<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/44/8b/89/448b894ea5c9f7aabd1b839fc1e7819b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jon Arc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13850034#msg13850034)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Traveler's suit as pictured (http://CLOTHING URL)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom, the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kacie, Katie, Ruben, Open<hr/><br/>"Sorry," Jon gave an exaggerated expression pain and rubbed his shoulder, "Forgive me?" He pouted, "If it makes you feel any better, you can grab and lift me up anytime?"<br/><br/>He looked down at himself, "I guess that's a product of good genes?  Don't tell any of my sisters that.  That have inflated enough egos to lift the whole hotel," Jon threw his arms out and spun, letting his suit jacket flair out a little before it settled, overly dramatic, "Booya!"<br/><br/>He looked up at the ceiling in thought.  His belly felt warm as the rum hit it.<br/><br/>“Okay.  What's new..." He looked back down into her eyes with a goofy smile, "Oh!  I’m a ninja.  I took some ninjutsu back in college.  I got a yellow belt and everything.  Waata!” He emphasized his falsetto war cry with a couple of chops in the air and awkward kick, “After getting an English degree, I was working on some odds and ends.  I did the band thing with Danny but it turns out that I’m no good at the bass.  I play a mean tune on the kazoo but Danny said ‘no’ on that.  We could have been epic.  Talk about lost opportunities.  Oh!  I did a web comic.  Wow.  I forgot about that.  I also wrote.  Sent in some proposals to some networks for any of my ideas to be picked up.  I also got a computer degree and I’m working on my student loans because I’m an adult,” He groaned,  “Working as tech support.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tell people to turn off their computer and starting it back up,” He rolled his eyes, “Got a new car.  It’s pretty swanky if I do say so myself.  I mean, it’s no Malibu or anything.  I miss the way it would backfire, the fear that something would fall out from the underside of the car, or that it wouldn’t start occasionally.  The new car is all shiny with power windows and working AC and everything,” He sighed dramatically, “Woes is me.  First world problems.  Adulthood is hard with responsibilities and junk.  Why didn’t anybody warn us about that?” He rambled.<br/><br/>"Now your turn."