<div class="floatleft">(https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper Jameson (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York, NY<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside in the Villa/Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://cdna.lystit.com/photos/bb62-2016/02/14/criminal-damage-navyblack-nep-t-shirt-product-2-556257935-normal.jpeg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Grace<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ tossed him the water, grateful that Mark seemed to understand the limitations of the human body.  Even one that was at peak efficiency.  He’d seen too many guys at the gym who, either through hubris or stupidity had…<br/><br/>Well, driven their bodies right off a cliff, he supposed.  Mark’s analogy was apt.  He gave the guy a wan smile.<br/><br/><strong>    “Yeah, man, I thought you were going to go until you faceplanted.”</strong><br/><br/>The two of them walked companionably toward the deck chairs in the smoking area, JJ figuring it would be the most comfortable place for Mark to cool down.  It was well shaded by trees, still open to the breeze blowing through the courtyard and relatively secluded.  Plus, it seemed that the only smoker in the Villa wasn’t currently using the area.<br/><br/><strong>“I mean,”</strong>JJ continued, snarkily<strong>“you’re a beautiful man and I know CPR… but if it’s all the same to you I’d rather kiss the ladies.”</strong><br/><br/>He gave Mark a wry laugh and the two of them clinked beer bottles as they approached the deck chairs.  Right before they sat, Mark more or less confirmed what JJ had suspected.<br/><br/><em>“This place… caves my head in.”</em><br/><br/>JJ snorted in amusement.<br/><br/><strong>“Isn’t that the fucking truth,”</strong>he said as he took a seat in one of the chairs with a loud sigh.<strong>“I’ve seen crazy… up close in Technicolor sometimes… but yesterday and then this morning?  Jesus Christ.”</strong><br/><br/>He shook his head and laughed again, then took a long pull from the bottle, letting the bitter brew drench his thirst.  He casually noted that the producers had either chosen a watered down beer for the Villa or had watered it down themselves.  He grimaced, but said nothing.  Shit beer was still better than no beer.<br/><br/><strong>“We’ve got all kinds here.  People getting fucking starry-eyed and moon faced after one hour and a half dozen words between them… and others you couldn’t pry a declaration of interest out of ‘em with a crow bar.”</strong><br/><br/>He shook his head and laughed softly.<br/><br/><strong>    “You don’t realize how crazy this shit is until you’re neck deep in it.”</strong><br/><br/>JJ looked at Mark across the intervening space between their chairs.  He could see the downward turn of the guy’s lips, the unconscious stress lines in his face, the tension in his movements… Dude needed to talk with someone.  JJ’d lain the groundwork for it, but the guy had to decide for himself how much he wanted to share.<br/>