<br/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/Hot_football_guy.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Cam Wheeler<br/><strong>Location</strong>Baxter charity gala<br/><strong>Wearing </strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/98/Cam_Party.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>open<br/><br/>A hellayella Jeep Rubicon pulled to the curb in front of the gala. The young man behind the wheel checked his reflection in the rear view mirror before climbing out and tossing the keys to the valet. “Be careful with it. I just bought it this morning.”  His hands brushed at his black and dark red suit smoothing it out as he stood in front of the large hall taking it all in. He was not really all the nervous. Being in the Green Room during the NFL Draft and having to walk out on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans after being picked first overall had been much more nerve wracking. Especially the days leading up to it. The talking heads had been having a field day with him. He is too short, they said. Too small to handle the big hits of the pro game they claimed. He was good but not good enough to pick number one overall they cited, looking for every reason not to draft him and any reason to break him down. In the end none of it had mattered and he was a number one draft pick with the huge salary that came with it. Now it was up to him to pay the team back for taking a chance on him and up to him to prove all the so called experts wrong.<br/><br/>Tonight was not about football, however. Tonight was about getting out and mingling, getting to know the town and all the key players. The movers and shakers. It was about making connections for his newly formed charity the Wheeler Foundation. He was here to put forth a good image and have a little fun and if was really lucky he just might get laid to boot. He had certainly seen several lovely ladies entering the gala so he figured his chances were good.<br/><br/>After greeting the host and wondering around a bit he made his way over toward the food and drink tables on the east end of the room. He was not much into the fancy looking hors d’oeuvres preferring a nice juicy cheeseburger or a cheesy, greasy slice of pepperoni pizza. Truth be told he did not care much for champagne either, but it was better than nothing. He scooped up one of the glasses and brought it to his lips as he checked out the other attendees.<br/>