<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ashleigh, Autumn, Katie, Phil, Open<hr/><br/>The tall man looked over at the woman as he finished coughing.  She didn’t wear a name-tag so he couldn’t place her.  Jon noticed that he was surrounded by women, not one person he recognized, even with the name-tags that the others had.  Considering how bad he was with names and faces, it didn’t surprise him.  He felt like a dork for wearing a name-tag but at least it would make the night a little easier.  He might have to do something about that.<br/><br/>“Maybe I wasn’t looking for something that tasted good,” He shrugged with a half-hearted smile.<br/><br/>Picking up that her name was Autumn, that still didn’t help.  It was just another person he didn’t recognize.  The name Ashleigh seemed familiar for reasons he couldn’t pick up on.  It wasn’t a common name.  There was a fleeting moment when he thought about hitting on one or a few of them but the encounter with Elisabeth’s husband still weighed on his mind.<br/><br/>He gave a nod to Phil and a wink when the dark haired woman spoke with him.  It was a little against his nature but he listened in their conversation without interjecting.  If there was an opening, he was going to the wingman to his ol’ buddy.   It was a good distraction until he could feel like less of an idiot.