<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3b/b7/32/3bb7323256ad531d3205fda780382d36.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Oliver Timmons (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13239297#msg13239297)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Nerd Chic (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d4/05/5c/d4055c41cef7735e7ce9c3334bead644.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Aaron | Open<br/><hr/><br/>An anomaly in the predictable flow dynamics drew his attention to Aaron walking his way, at a rate of speed that bordered on a jog.  His left brow arched as he tracked his friend's movements intently, up until the other boy was sitting beside him on the ground.  Once he was settled, Oliver's eyes returned to the somewhat unfocused study of the test subjects moving around the pool and patio area.  He took another large bite of his pizza and set the slice on his plate to wipe his mouth with a crumpled paper towel tucked into the breast pocket of his unbuttoned button-up chambray shirt.<br/><br/>"Barring any unforeseen event that might prevent it, yeah.  I've got to defend my title from that jerk Trent.  Next time we're going to play something that's all about skill and strategy, so his improbable dice rolling won't play such a factor.  Maybe Arkadia, or...could go old school and kick his backside in Risk."<br/><br/>He glanced over at Aaron again finally, taking a sip of his water.<br/><br/>"You and I were system outliers, standing on the outskirts of the typical social dynamics in school.  It feels strange for you to be here because you are still judging life by what you have known of it since you were five years old and first walked through the doors of your kindergarten classroom.  You haven't adjusted to the fact that we're no longer in school.  Everything is different now."<br/><br/>He looked back to the others at the party and rolled his shoulders a bit, brow furrowing.  "At least....until we get to college.  Still, I'm reasonably confident that M.I.T. will prove to be a vastly different social construct than public school.  Perhaps I'll have sex.  My mom assures me that I am physically attractive, and while I'm pretty sure she<em>has</em>to think that, I've noticed no appreciable disparity in the ratio of my facial features and that of the current female heart throbs, nor a noticeable asymmetry that would cause females to view me as a poor mating option."<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."