<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/09/4d/5b/094d5b142474cf8e2ccb68f67d7c4034.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mark Watson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011290#msg15011290)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Hetero<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the aforementioned very exquisite restaurant<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Suit As Pictured</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://proxy.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbeardresource.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2016%2F07%2Fbeards-and-suit.jpg&amp;f=1)</div></div>Jacket, vest and tie are off (thanks to Elsa and her attentive fingers)<br/><br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one as yet<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shortly between him ending what he was saying and her starting he turned to the bartender, mouthing the words,  "Cerveza...dos..." , before quickly stabbing a finger in the direction of what appeared to be a pale ale.  Those were generally light and generally favoured by ladies.  He was making assumptions but was willing to risk being wrong.  Once he got the nod from the bartender he immediately moved his attention back to Elsa.<br/><br/>Not exactly a chore even when they were both talking about heavier things.<br/><br/>He nodded, his blue eyes never straying from her, frowning a bit as he listened, silent for the entirety of it until she grinned at him.  He grinned in return as she spoke of being pleased that she was making personal revelations.  She reached out and grabbed his arm.  He liked how comfortable she was with him.  He didn't mind her being "grabby".  Being small, fit and hot had it's benefits.  He shrugged slightly and gave her a smile that was mock-embarassment.<br/><br/><em>"I'm barely register as a demi-god in Canada.  You should see the real gods. Impressive stuff."</em>He lifted a hand above his head and waved it slightly, parallel with the ground.<em>"Much taller.  Far more interesting."</em><br/><br/>The bartender had cracked two beers, pouring a glass first for Elsa and Mark waved off the need for a glass before looking back to her once more.  He gave her a smile and held up a single finger before showing her the inside of his left forearm.  "Just one heartbreak I'm afraid.  Aside from all the detailed work that was done up and down both arms there was a small red heart with a green flowing script on in that read, "CORI".  Right next to it was a bright yellow rectangle with the following information laid out in clear to read, black font.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Mark Indio Watson<br/>Blood A+<br/>7056613261</strong></div><br/><em>"So..."</em>, he spoke in a softer town as he drew closer to Elsa than he had been previously.  Brushing against the side of her as he showed her his forearm.<em>"Cori was the one."</em>, he shrugged and gave her a grin.<em>"Atleast I thought she was when I was seventeen.  She had green hair and she was..."</em>, he shook his head and smile.<em>"She was something."</em>He shrugged and reached across Elsa's lap to grab the bottle of beer and take a quick pull of it.<em>"She moved away.  Her mother was a professor at the university who got a job down south.  That was it."</em>He gave her a small smile.  Clearly not sad about it but reminiscing never the less.  "<em>The other work done...some of it has meaning.  Some of it..."</em>, he shrugged.<em>"I just like the look of it."</em>, he gave her amused look.<em>"I'm not that nuanced of a guy."</em><br/><br/>He took another sip of the beer.  It wasn't cold enough.  Countries that didn't like cold beer...it was like a war crime it was.<br/><br/><em>"So I'm a smoke jumper."</em>, he paused...unsure if Sweden had such things.<em>"So I parachute out of planes...or helicopters and land in remote places to fight forest fires.  It is..."</em>, he paused thinking about it.<em>"It is not glamorous and it's a real slog but it's what I know and...well...I'm good at it."</em>He sighed a moment and continued...<em>"But...for the last six months I've been trying my hand at modelling in California.  It's..."</em>, he laughed.<em>"It's much harder than smoke jumping and it's utter bullshit."</em>