<div style="text-align: right;">(http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/3301/picture161k.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Felix Jones<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar Area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>"While I do appreciate a good party I dare say this isn't what I intended at all with this invitation..."</strong> a French accent uttered.<br/><br/>The entrance could have been seen as smooth. Some could say it was over the top. This man believed that the pink colored pants, black suit jacket and black shoe combination was savory. Hey, some said he was good looking. Nothing about that meant that he had to have the best sense of dress. His bear chest glistened in the above stationary lights with lotion being previously applied to the skin. Those lips were shining as well with an application of lip balm.<br/><br/>While most of the time Felix enjoyed the company of a female and while every woman here was gorgeous he wasn't the type to just put himself out there. The bar top was his destination. His leather pants slid against the equally leatherized surface of the bar stool he slid onto. <br/><br/><strong>"No bar keep? Seriously? Damn, oh well,"</strong> he whispered to himself.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the room. Felix pulled out a pair of sunglasses and applied them to his face. While he wasn't the greatest at stealing the attention of a room he was an exceptional poker player. He didn't want people seeing his eyes out of his own insecurity.<br/></div>