<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br/><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>The Stoic man raised his brow at her in question. Was she honestly kidding about the boxspring and mattress? He stood at 6'4 200lbs of solid muscle and could easily lift a silly box spring and mattress on his own. But because she was Charlie and a stubborn, strong-willed woman he allowed her the idea that he couldn't carry that stuff on his own. Her statement having actually made the corner of his lip twitch in a quick smile as he shook his head slightly. He honestly didn't know why she thought he was so weak considering his frame and strength he had acquired from bailing all that hay on the farm. Blind, that's what she was and Hayden actually found it quite amusing she treated him like a wimpy nerd when other women were the total opposite when seeing him for the first time. <br/><br/>Food. Ugh, he was utterly put off by it at the moment. Alas Charlie's last comment made him feel slightly better. Eying the Mongolian beef before he turned his head to look at her. His hands pressed together between his legs relaxed as his knee bounced up and down tension in his shoulders at her words. He really wanted to go to that damn truck to do something with himself even if his muscles were sore from his previous work-out. He really wanted to forget Karen just as Charlie suggested but it was proving difficult. Giving her a sarcastic tightlipped smile and raising his brow in amusement. <strong>"Doesn't help if we talk about it. Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot, Charlie?"</strong> Smirking the man had been the exact one who had told her this on many occasion. With that he plucked the container of food he had been eying opened a pair of chopsticks and dug in with a bit more pep. Back to banter, it was. If Karen wasn't mentioned. Mindlessly he looked towards the television and almost choked on his food. <strong>"WHAT THE HELL IS LADY GAGA WEARING NOW?!"</strong><br/></span></span>