<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evion Raymond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847475#msg13847475)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White suit as pictured (https://78.media.tumblr.com/2920a153723ecb0839325321967508c3/tumblr_oplvw8Nk7Y1w6bn9yo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jon, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Evion turns with a mouthful of food, fellow comrade raiding the snack table spotted out`ve the corner of his eye. Jumping a foot in the air and casually trying to pass it off, Evions eyes betray the shock zipping inside like a dog off its leash. He simultaneously swallows and leans on the table, varying amounts of success from both and greets the man. “H-hey, ah, I- I`m, yea-yeah?” he covers his mouth with one hand and coughs over the food taking a detour down his throat. Startled eating is not a safe diet.<br/>Evion takes a moment and looks over Jon.<br/>Jonathan… Jon… Jon? Shit. The kid who wore a dress that one time? That Jon?<br/>Evion feels the lightbulb moment above his head when he puts two and two together. One much lankier and one very, very tall in the best way possible. He could only imagine what he himself looks like down memory lane.<br/>He stares up at Jonathan, blurry memories of the drifters escapades and that very twingy, very small thing his heart used to do when he spotted him down the hall.<br/><br/>“Ho-how are, you`re, you ah, y-ou doing, doing well? Hi.”<br/><br/>Evion snakes a hand in his pocket. Smooth. Smooth.<em>Yeah. I talk for a living.</em>