<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July | Shortly after Noon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rhonda<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ laughed softly when she ran with his joke.  Score one point for Rhonda.  He was always a fan of a woman who could keep up with his sense of humor.<br/><br/>When she turned his next bit of banter around with another joke he chuckled softly.<em> “You can’t stop her,”</em>the sports announcer in his head brayed,<em>“you can only hope to contain her!”</em>Just racking up the points, this girl.<br/><br/>She did seem a bit taken aback by his question, though, which made him wonder how deeply Rhonda would want him to take her.  He didn’t have anything against a woman wanting to date casually… wanting to keep things light, fun and easy… but he hoped at some point she’d be open to having more serious discussions with him about who she was and what she was doing here.  The way her eyes darted around reminded him of a cornered animal looking for an escape route.  He only hoped she didn’t start to chew her own arm off.  That would be a shame.  It was a lovely arm.  Everything about her was quite attractive, in fact.<br/><br/>When she answered about food, he nodded.  Safe.  She wanted to play the conversation safe, then, at least when it came to personal information about her.  He filed that away mentally while he laughed softly at her joke about dating men on TV shows.<br/><br/><strong>“Lucky me, then,”</strong>he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement when they met hers.<strong>“If you’re already excited it does smooth the way a bit.”</strong><br/><br/>He was taking a drink of his Mimosa when she made what he assumed was a playful guess at his profession.  His lips quirked around the rim of the flute and he put it down, smile playing on his lips as he swallowed.<br/><br/><strong>“Not cool… making a man laugh while he’s drinking.  Party foul.”</strong><br/><br/>He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, setting it down on his plate with a genuine laugh, warm and hearty.<br/><br/><strong>“No… not an investment banker.  I run a gym and do a little modeling on the side.  My degree’s in Business Management… but I’ve learned more about business by actually running one than I ever did in school.”</strong><br/><br/>His smile turned wry.<br/><br/><strong>“To be fair, I was more interested in other things in college, though, so maybe it wasn’t my professors’ fault that they didn’t teach me much.”</strong><br/><br/>He leaned forward in his chair toward her.  One tattooed arm rested on the table only a few inches from hers.  The other was safely tucked into his lap.<br/><br/><strong>“What about you, Rhonda?  What do you to keep the bills paid and your engine purring?”</strong>