<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Scott(NPC), Ian(NPC), Aaron, Marco(Mentioned), Damien(Mentioned) | Open<br/><hr/><br/>He watched Marco and then Damien step in, one hand releasing its death-grip on his yearbook to nudge his glasses up his nose, a glance flicked toward the pool to ensure his friend wasn't drowning.  He took a slight step back as three bodies hit the water in rapid succession and created impressive splashes.  He lowered the book as things seemed they were done...except they never were.  He should have known better, because guys like Scott didn't have enough sense to realize when they were beaten.  Part of what made people dislike them so much was their inability to<em>just freakin' give it a rest</em>.<br/><br/>Sighing wearily, he lifted the book again when Scott sicced one of his mutts on him, nose crinkling at what he could only assume was meant to be an insult.  "Snake, really?  If you are literally comparing me to a snake, then I appreciate the compliment.  I'm not certain it's exactly justified, however.  Unless, of course, one takes into account our ever-evolving definition of an apex predator, in regards to human beings.  Either way, comparing me to a creature so efficiently and brilliantly evolved that the changes it has been required to undergo for hundreds of millions of years were minimal, is actually quite flattering.  If, instead, you were using the term in the vernacula...Oh, are we leaving now?"<br/><br/>He had continued to wield his yearbook menacingly at Ian as he went on his absent-minded diatribe, but Aaron's sudden, soggy sprint snapped him out of it.  He glanced around as other people began to wander off, and he lowered his yearbook to walk across the yard to his plate.  Carrying it with him, he approached Mrs. Caulton, handing her his trash and offering a sheepish smile.  "Thank you for having me, ma'am.  I had a lovely time."<br/><br/>He left her standing there, likely confused, and made his way back around out front to find his friend standing on the sidewalk making a puddle.<br/><br/>"Want a ride?  I think I have a towel and bathrobe in my trunk, if you'd like to dry off and get warm?"  He peered Aaron over and nudged his glasses up again.  "Gretchen would have been better off not reacting to what you said.  Do you think she would react poorly to an email with a handy website that provides tips for how to engage in safe and sanitary anal sex?  Just, you know, in case she ever decides to try it again?"