<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: The lounge, mingling and flirting</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>Gray switched the can to his other hand and took Spencer's, running his eyes appreciatively up her arm, across the shoulders left mostly invitingly bare by her outfit. “Love the dress,” he smiled, gesturing to the dramatic cleavage between her breasts all the way to her stomach. “Not so much a plunge as a lover's leap.” The blonde was stunning, and the shorter, bustier, darker-haired girl no less so.<br/><br/>He swapped names with Amy, then bent down to have a look at the ankle she wasn't favouring, taking the opportunity to ogle her legs as well. “Ahh, she'll be right. Not sprained seriously... and I've twisted my own feet almost 180 often enough to know.” Gray grinned, rising then bending down to Amy to add, conspiratorially: “Still, if you want me to carry you anywhere, just say the word.”