<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:Bar, Buffet </strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Baylee, Chrissa, Nate, (open) </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Phil tried to get his bearings. He knew her. From...videos. Online. And she was near Baylee. Baylee who he wanted to talk to. So why did Phil Deckland, the guy who had tons of fans and was so eloquent every day, have all of these butterflies in his stomach? Why was he so damned nervous?<br/><br/>As Phil piled food onto a plate, cheese sticks and shrimp and amazing looking little quiches, he tried to reconcile his emotions. First of all, a porn actress was at his high school reunion. He had to say something to her at some point.<br/>And she was talking to and friendly with the girl that he had...history with? The memories he had of her were scattered; he had redacted so much of high school from his memory, things he wanted to forget or just never cared to pay attention to at the time. But...something had been there with her. He tutored her, things heated up and then...what? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember.<br/><br/>But, Phil thought as he went back to the bar for another whiskey on the rocks, he didn’t come to this reunion to hide from the past. It was time to be the best version of himself and to approach things head on. He walked forward, looking around at the scenery, watching the groups at the bar when he saw Bay drop her bag, her cute face red with frustration. He ran over, leaving his drink and plate at the bar and rushed over.<br/>“Yeah! Here, here. Let me...help. Hey. Hi.”<br/><br/>So eloquent, you mushmouth moron.<br/><br/>Phil took the bag for her and smiled. “I...hey...it’s...really good to see you.” Phil was all alone in that moment. No food or drink or buffer to keep him from facing this weird, unsure bit of anxiety head on. He couldn’t remember if he was supposed to know why they lost touch with one another in high school.<br/>