<div class="floatleft">(https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F20%2F2012%2F04%2Fchanning-tatum-1-435-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jonathan Freitas Sanches (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026924#msg16026924)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leather Blue Jacket, White Tee, Light Blue Denim Jeans, White Air Force Ones.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None yet, got to warm up to these things.<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rose, Chloe | Mention: Donovan<br/><hr/>Jonathan had been chilling, perhaps taking up too much of the couch he had sat on, his legs spread out, arms on the back of the couch, glass in his right with the Patron provided so graciously by<strong>Lance.</strong>Life was good. Party was just starting to get going as people talked, and whilst he’d sat down on his own, there was nothing wrong with being left it one’s own devices. Some might see it as him being shy, but those that knew him would know that’s impossible. Jonathan just had no problem being himself by himself. Yes, he often filled the silence, but he didn’t always have to fill the silence. And he understood sometimes his fun-loving attitude could be overbearing.<br/><br/>Maybe that’s what sparked<strong>Donavon’s </strong>reaction to meeting him. Either way Jonathan wasn’t going to let that get him down. He wouldn’t get on with everyone at the party, that was just basic maths with so many people invited. And there was nothing wrong with that. Some people were just not each other’s cup of tea. No point crying over spilt milk or wasting brain cells over it. That’s why his response had been measured and as unoffensive as possible.<strong>“Actually my mother was short, as for my father, about your height. And don’t worry, I plan on spending my time standing or sitting next to a lot of people shorter than me,”</strong>he said as he gestured to the room of people, most of whom he was taller than at 6ft2. That had been enough for him as he didn’t want to overstay his welcome with someone that didn’t seem in the mood to chat with him, and that’s how he found himself sitting comfortably.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long before he was joined by an attractive dark-haired woman<strong>Rose</strong>who he’d not had the pleasure of an introduction with. Jonathan smiled as she sat down opposite him on a large plush chair as she raised her glass towards him.<strong>“Salud!”</strong>he said back to her, saying cheers in Spanish, knowing that most people recognised cheers in his mother’s language of Spanish. She had an eye-catching red skirt; Jonathan was a sucker for red. And she worked out a lot of was blessed with a great metabolism. Jonathan was glad someone had come joined him. No matter how cool you can be by yourself, nothing better than being joined by attractive women in any setting.<br/><br/><strong>“The name’s Jonathan,” </strong>he said without directly asking her name, guessing if she wanted him to know she’d tell him. He’d asked someone’s name once tonight and it hadn’t gone great.<strong>“So, who do you know that’s here and what do you do? There’s so many different people here, but there’s all sorts of crazy talents and occupations amongst us.”</strong>He took another sip and listened intently to her response.<br/><br/>As she finished, they were joined by<strong>Chloe</strong>as Jonathan thought he’d hit the jackpot. Again odds were in his favour with more women than men here, but he was still happy that<strong>Chloe</strong>had joined. He had fond memories of their time dancing together, not that anything had happened back then. After all there was every chance, she was going to be a superstar at that time, it was her second album and her first had done some great numbers. To be completely honest he’d thought<strong>Chloe</strong>was out of his league at the time, having been a little bit over the moon he’d secured the lead dancer role for one of her music videos. But now, at a party like this……….who knows what hand he might be dealt.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, I’m great,”</strong>Jonathan said as he smiled at<strong>Chloe</strong>as he wondered if his face would freeze in the smile, he kept giving people, but he was just generally in a good mood and ready to party.<strong>“So far most people seem really friendly so I’m looking forward to the game. What about you girls? We got loads of layers on or are we planning on taking on challenges?” </strong>Jonathan hadn’t brought any more or less clothes than he usually would of cause he had no issue being naked. Jonathan then nodded to<strong>Chloe</strong>as she popped a gummy in her mouth.<strong>“Sharing is caring,”</strong>he said as he tilted his head back and opened his mouth.<strong>“You still a good shot Chloe?”</strong>