<strong>NAME:</strong>Phillip Ekhardt<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Constant sweater hoodie, rough jeans, thick-soled black boots, hair worn lose and wild<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Finding himself caught red-handed<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Roxy, Benny, Chloe<br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/74557243/large.jpg)</div><br/>Phil smiled at Roxy. She had been, a long time ago, one of his childhood fantasies - she had always been so nice, easygoing, and so very pretty. He could recall when she had joined into the basketball team - her uniform fitting her slender frame so very nicely. Phillip had been thrilled and infatuated with the young woman. Once. Now, he had already given up all and any wild hopes and dreams that could ever see him hooking up with amazing Roxanne Meyers.<br/><br/>And then, just as he had been smiling to Roxy and plotting a witty response - you know, you gotta smile and flirt back - a familiar, dark and brooding presence walked into the kitchen. Right now, Phil suddenly couldn't mind Benny at all as he slowly turned to find Chloe almost hissing to him like a little, pale serpent. Her stare was like knives on his back. So Phil decided to play on his strengths, and with a chuckle, he reached up for Chloe's hand. Even if she did not lift it, he reached in to fetch her by the hand and pull her in close to his flank. Rather than just pulling her in, Phillip lifted her hand and spinned her gently around to pull her into his arms - in order both to ease the tension and wordlessly let Roxanne know that he had gotten himself locked under Chloe's affections.<br/><br/>All cool, after all. With a smile, he leaned in to press his forehead to Chloe's even as he leaned her back on his arm, as in an elaborate dance movement. "...I'm only now having a good night because I just laid eyes on some of my best friends. And, why not, the best girl ever." Those last words, suggestive as they were, could have been directed at Chloe - into whose eyes he stared as he spoke - to Roxy herself.<br/><br/>"I damn well am happy to be free of school, although I'm not yet sure on what I'll be doing with my life." The young man finally said as he pulled Chloe back to stand up with him, his eyes seeking both Benny's and Roxy's. "...What about you, Rox? Any great plans ahead of the class' valedictorian?"<br/><br/>