<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/b98973f987c4ef79a514d3bfbf27f1e4/tumblr_ngww5p1ilB1sbw1gto1_500.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Dominic DeCosta<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 35<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/><strong>"With."</strong><br/><br/>Quick to respond, he kept his expression neutral, shifting in front of her from one leg to the other. No, the placement of his netherlands was not intentional, but he was an opportunist. A gruff grumble, somewhat intimate for their current topic of conversation, rumbled up his chest.<br/><br/><strong>"...if you don't mind."</strong><br/><br/>Extending a firm hand for the shaking, he dipped his chin down to make direct, unwavering eye contact. The phrase, "Spread her on a Biscuit" came to mind, but that was from his days playing Football in York. The black and white, variety. Still... it was true. Keeping a professional relationship with someone this unnervingly attractive was going to present problems of all sorts, but none he was unwilling to combat. Least of all if it meant he got to see her walk away from him in that skin tight ensemble, day in, day out. <br/><br/><strong>"Will there be anything else today, Miss Capshaw?"</strong><br/><br/>Rising back to his full, formidable height, his demeanor was almost dismissive, without the actual intent behind it. He wasn't going to <em>make</em>  her leave, nor would he encourage it. She could do whatever her delectable little self wanted... him included.<br/><br/></span></span>