<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/ArthurPaige2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Arthur Paige<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside/Front Door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown Leather Jacket, Jeans, White T-Shirt, white socks, Bright yellow boxers with little multi colored kiss marks on them, brown leather boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Izzy, Nick, Rosalie, Donavon, Diane<br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/ArthursBike.jpg)</div></div><br/>Arthur zipped up the drive on his 2021 Suzuki Hayabusa. The paint was custom, a bright electric blue with silver and white lightning trailing up the body. He revved the throttle a little before killing the powerful engine and easing the machine back onto its kickstand. Removing his helmet he shook his head and ran a hand through his spiky golden hair. Next off came the gloves which went into the helmet as he dismounted.<em>Damn I haven't even lost a hand yet and was already taking off clothes.</em>He chuckled.<em>Maybe I should leave my gloves on.</em>He was going to need all the help he could get. Arthur might be one hell of a yogi, but he sucked at poker. Then again from what he had seen so far losing would not be a bad thing.  Win, lose or draw he had a feeling tonight was going to be fun. Though this was not his first time being at the party, it was to be his first time as a participant.<br/><br/>Arthur knew most of the girls having met them through his job as a yoga instructor. He was closest with Izzy, but felt like he knew them all well enough. The one thing he could say for sure was that each of the girls looked absolutely amazing in a tight pair of yoga pants and skin tight sports bra. Sometimes his buddies ribbed him about being around so much Grade A T&A and not trying to smash it. Did he want to? Of course! Any man would. And yes, he had thrown out a few hints here and there. Maybe someday if one of them took the bait...but he enjoyed their company and friendship. He was perfectly fine window shopping until he had permission to whip out his American Express.<br/><br/>Laughing to himself at his silly joke, he reached out and rang the door bell.