<strong>NAME:</strong>Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Grey t-shirt and hat, dark grey khaki shorts<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Takin' an unexpected dip in the pool<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Oliver, Tommy, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron's mouth hung open, an idea caught between his mind and his throat, resulting in little more than a soft "Aaaaah" sound. One whose tone suggested uncertainty. Aaron was not often one to discuss sex, and in most situations he was either quiet and slightly uncomfortable (Naomi) or too busy considering counter-arguments to select assertions (Benny). In both situations, however, there was an attitude towards sex. That it was awesome, wonderful, and desired, and if Aaron wanted to experience it he should consider X, Y, and Z.<br/><br/>Oliver was<em>absolutely fucking clinical</em>about it all, though, as if it were an accepted fact of life. Sex was not something awesome, to be enjoyed, or to be sought.<em>It just happened</em>. "Ahm," he finally spoke out.<br/><br/>"If it makes you feel any better, I judge that you possess an equal likelihood of attracting female interest in that arena, should you desire it."<br/><br/><em>Well... that's a relief?</em>Aaron thought to himself, shutting his trap. He leaned forward, his arms wrapping about his knees. That Oliver's perspective was so rational and<em>different</em>from everyone else's was one of the reasons he really appreciated the friendship. In fact, it might help for him to come to Oliver with other questions, just to see things from a more logical viewpoint. For Oliver to be Spock, Aaron a much more timid Kirk, and Benny would be the increasingly agitated Doctor McCoy that was always frustrated by Vulcan logic. Even so, Aaron couldn't help but glance back over at Gwynn standing there with Marco, Roxanne's short skirt fluttering provocatively upwards as she began to disengage from the pair herself. The sight of Marco, what many would describe as an Adonis, standing beside Gwynn told Aaron everything he needed to know about his likelihood of attracting female interest. At least, the likelihood when said female was able to manage the interest of a guy like Marco, or-<br/><br/>Tommy Mulvaney! Aaron nearly fell over on his side as he jumped in surprise at the man's sudden embrace of Oliver. Aaron gave the proffered fist bump, albeit a bit weakly. Aaron knew Tommy wasn't really a bad guy. He was kind and well-meaning. However, his that a guy like Tommy Mulvaney wasn't good enough for Gwynn... what sort of chances did that speak for himself?<br/><br/>As swiftly as he appeared, Tommy departed to socialize with others. At the very least the guy offered Aaron the opportunity for a topic change.<br/><br/>"Maybe we should try something co-op tomorrow?" Aaron asked. "Something like Castle Panic, maybe, or Pandemic." Aaron had hoped that sitting beside Oliver would have calmed his nerves, but it seemed that all passageways were on fire. The butterflies were in not just his stomach, but crawling throughout his limbs.<br/><br/>"Lookit you two gay lovers!" a familiar and loathed voice called from behind. Before Aaron had a chance to respond a broad arm wrapped about his shoulders, the other wrapping about Oliver to pull the two closer. "Does Benny know you're cheatin' on him, Aaron?"<br/><br/>Scott Hudgins stood up, his fingers grabbing Aaron's hat by the bill and lifting it off. Tristan and Ian DiNolio, twin brothers and lackeys to Scott, approached from either side, as if to flank the geeks, as Scott's hands buried into their shoulders and stepped over them and towards the pool. "Y'know, just 'cuz a has-been like Tommy thinks you losers are cool doesn't mean shit," he said, spinning the hat on his finger. "And even if you go to College, you'll still be losers. 40 Year-Old virgin types, only with dead beat jobs at an office with your faces glued to a computer screen all day while Econ majors like me get to run the company."<br/><br/>Aaron groaned. The rest of the party was oblivious, or at the least apathetic, to the current scene. Everyone was absorbed into their own little bubbles, unable to absorb the situation. Even if they could, would they care? Did it even matter? Scott never really bugged Aaron until that incident at the Marching Band's last party of the year. Scott beat the shit out of him, but he still seemed to carry a grudge.<br/><br/>"C'mon, Scott," Aaron sighed, standing up. Tristan (or Ian?) on his left seemed to clench his fists tighter. "You made your point when you beat me to a pulp. Can't you just be happy you'll never see me again?"<br/><br/>"Y'know what, Aaron?" Scott said, his finger halting its spin on Aaron's hat. He looked at the geek before him with a creased brow, as if saddened. That is, until the grin spread on his face. "I can't." He tossed Aaron's hat up into the air, at which point Aaron stepped forward to catch it. Scott bounced back and lifted his foot, planting it right into Aaron's back and shoving him forward, face first into the pool<br/><br/>Aaron's hat fell into the water among the crowd as girls shrieked, ducking out of the way. His t-shirt provided no protection as his belly flopped in a rather painful manner, his body slowly sinking into the cold depths. If he weren't underwater without a single breath of air prepared, he'd have sighed in exasperation.<br/><br/><em>I should have stuck with Benny.</em>