<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>Autumn (as she was leaving the bar), Kacie, Katie, Phil (if he can hear his loudness from the bar), Ruben, Open<hr/><br/>Jon fiddled with his black tie in annoyance.  Formal wear was not something he cared for.  For work, he already had to wear collared shirts but at least he could avoid wearing ties.  He thought he looked good in a suit but it wasn't his style to wear anything formal.  The semi-formal wear that his work place encouraged was a necessary evil in his mind.  After a year, he was even getting used to it.  But the tie at his neck, bugged him even if it was a clip-on.<br/><br/>Looking for an opening for Phil, he was only listening on the peripheral as Autumn was talking.  His mind came to a screeching halt as he slowly turned towards the dark sardonic woman.  A slight smile cracked before a snort followed by giggles before it turned into a full blown laugh.  Man, the delivery was epic.<br/><br/>With Autumn effectively rebooting his brain, he was ready to switch gears.  He was an attention-seeker, the life of a party.  The positive vibes that he threw out should be bringing a smile on others faces.  He was done being mopey.  He'll make amends with R.T.  He wasn't sure how but he would figure it out.  He watched Autumn walked away, briefly wondered if they knew each other in high school, and made a mental note to talk to her again.  She was cool in his book.<br/><br/>When Phil left all the lovely ladies, he had to hold back a groan.  He should have moved faster.  Oh well.  It was true that he missed an opportunity to be Phil’s wingman but he had all night to make the guy look good.  He openly stared at the blond girl when she said her name.  Kacie?  Kacie Rendro?!  As he approached, he had to hold back from rushing her.<br/><br/>Jon scooped up Kacie up the arm pits and lifted her high into the air.  He barely reacted when she accidentally spilled her drink from his abruptness.  He stepped outside of the ring of people to make sure he didn't knock anybody over when he spun her around a couple of times before setting her down, laughing along the way.  Like a hurricane, he moved like an unstoppable force, leaving bewilderment.<br/><br/>“Kacie!” The oaf-of-a-man pulled her into a bear hug and lifted the shorter woman a second time before setting her down, It's been way too long.  I missed you.”<br/><br/>Jon had a smile that was ready to split his face, “You look different.  Still looking good.  Different but good.  I barely recognized you.” The old image in his head didn’t match up with what he was seeing but if he was usually good with rolling with the punches.<br/><br/>Turning back to Phil who was out of earshot, he practically shouted, “By the way, I told you that I didn’t need formal wear,” He pointed his thumb towards the blond in the crop top.<br/><br/>Turning back to Kacie, one of his oldest friends, “What have you been up to?”