<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/evin/a04bc633-8c89-49e7-9b30-294860f08194_zps39dx8qwb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tanner Ward<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>1st year bronze<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>Gay<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Mildly aroused yet hardly entertained<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>09|28|16 7PM - ??<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dancing somewhere in the crowd<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>NPC guy, Open<br/><hr/><br/>These next several months were going to be the worst.<br/><br/>Oh well. Unlike a lot of the other hapless souls in this program, at least Tanner could say his stay wouldn't last for more than a year. His father was angry and unfairly punishing him, but eventually he would let go of this grudge, and Tanner wouldn't ever have to come back. All he had to do in the meantime was survive his time here, which might not be entirely difficult. Almost a surprise, really, that any place in Virginia could have so many beautiful people. And they knew how to party.<br/><br/>Tanner was somewhere in the thick of the crowd, casually moving his body to the music as his blue eyes idly swept over his surroundings. He ignored the occasions when a guy became a little too grabby with an unamused girl. Getting involved in someone else's problems held no appeal to him, not unless doing so proved to be beneficial. And they were in no way affecting him.<br/><br/>A hand snaking up his American Eagle t-shirt reminded him that he wasn't alone. Fingers grazed the abs he had underneath, climbing still. The guy they belonged to bowed his heard to improve his chances of being heard, and maybe to be closer. "You look hot. Why don't you take your shirt off?"<br/><br/>Instead of rolling his eyes like he wanted to, Tanner maintained a smirk, with a pinch of cockiness. "No way. When this comes off, it will be for your eyes only." Not really. They already fooled around once. Of course, that in itself was not a bad thing, but the guy wasn't exactly good the first time. A bit of a shame, too, if only because he was someone different. Tall and leanly built with some muscle. He told Tanner he had been an eagle scout, and he fit that image pretty well. If he hadn't sworn to being only a top, Tanner might have considered giving him a second chance.<br/><br/>His eyes told Tanner that he liked the sound of that. He almost reminded him of a puppy, miserable when he had been abandoned at this school, then given hope when Tanner found him. He was still new to the gay world, practically a virgin. "Sorry, I just can't wait to tear these clothes off you."<br/><br/>His attempts at flirting were sweet, maybe, but they weren't winning him any brownie points, either. Tanner chuckled, grabbing his hand. "Not yet, you. Let's stay. This energy is fantastic, and the night's still young." To go with his words, he put a little more effort in the way he moved. In hindsight, he probably should have shot him down before they started dancing, and stopped leading him on, but what could he say? The guy had been the first to approach him, and Tanner enjoyed the touches, the attention. He couldn't deny that. It was kind of hard to hide.<br/><br/>Fortunately, the guy agreed to staying around. Tanner turned around under the arm and let go, feeling its hand fall gently on his shoulder as a bulge pressed lightly against his jeans-clad butt. If only he knew how to use what he was working with. Tanner would need to end this soon, so he kept an eye out, waiting for that moment to present itself.