<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Marco Benjamin Jr. <br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Party Casual (http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/michael-b-jordan-1015-gq-01-v2.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> Friday | 6/9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Pre-Party Requisitions &gt; Arrival &gt; Planning<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> All Around The World (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9doCz9P6Pw)<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open, Roxy, Leanne, Naomi</span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://popglitz.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Michael-B.-Jordan-GQ-October-20154.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Sooooo much crazy shit had just happened at Hank's that despite Benny being there, he was really looking forward to this other party. If only so he could drink and smoke and have fun without a chaperone ten feet away at any given time. Aside from the music and the roaring of the engine, Marco's trip to the haunted house. He occasionally puffed on the weed cigar in his hand, ashing it every couple pulls. Finally he arrived, and pulled off near the others, but still so his car was kind of by itself.<br/><br/> Turning off the engine, he checked in his little cigar holder to see that he still had about 6 pre-rolls left, so he was good for the moment. He snuffed out the roach he had left and put it in the growing roach motel, then hopped out and headed for the party. He could still hear music, and after a few seconds of listening he confirmed it was Naomi and Pearl Lipstick. Good, that meant he hadn't missed all the set yet, or Naomi leaving. The "Marco" smile was still on his face when he turned the corner and saw the gathering in the back, as well as the band in the empty pool belting out jams. He looked around for a moment and saw several people he knew. Roxy and Leanne were at a table with...oooo pizza!<br/><br/> At this point though he had a mission, and saw a lot of his friends he'd just smoked an entire blunt on an empty stomach and listened to stoner music the whole drive over. He needed nourishment. He made a beeline for the girls, dodging and weaving through the crowd like he wasn't 6'4 and 245lbs of pure muscle. When he reached them, Leanna was shouting out to Isis to come join them. And as she did, Marco picked a slice up and took a bite. "MmmmmGod I'm so fuckin' hungry. Plus cottonmouth. Need a beer." Looking around, he spotted an unopened one close by, jogged off to get it, then came right back. He chugged down a big gulp, then took another bite of his food. "Oh man, my mouth was the Sahara just now. And before you say anything, Leanne, I saw that IOU." His brow raised, but she knew it was all in good fun as he could have bought an individual pizza for everyone at that party and not had a problem with it.<br/><br/> After some small talk with his two buddies, he looked over at Naomi still singing. "I'll be back. Gotta go do somethin' real quick." He smiled at both, then walked off, pulling another blunt from the container and putting it between his lips. Walking over to the pool, he sat on the edge with his legs dangling over as close as possible to Naomi. He wanted her to see him here, and he waited until she did to light the cigar and take a big puff. Once she noticed him, while she sang, he just watched her with a smile on his face and a small swaying motion to the music. It was subtle; softcore as Hell considering. But Naomi he hoped would like the sentiment...and also want to smoke with him.<br/><br/></span>