<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/936full-alex-evans.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Xander R. Isley</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Habitat Block 1, Level 1, Suite 5</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Settling in</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Xander stretched lightly, his knuckles bumping the headboard of the bed and he jumped. He must've dozed off while reading, he looked down and remembered he hadn't gotten dressed before laying down. He then grabbed the towel and wrapped it again around him.  He went to the closet and slid the door open, taking survey of the choices. He looked through a few drawers and found some loose fitting basketball style shorts ,ignoring the option of underwear since he was alone, and a tight tank top that rippled against the ab muscles of his smooth chest. He then went to the wash basins in the bathroom and began to brush his hair.  When it was perfectly straight it reached the base of his neck.  He stood brushing the knots out of it and styling it and then he visited the mini bar and fixed himself a refreshing beverage. Between the movement of his hair across the hidden spot of sensuality on his neck and the feel of the shorts on his skin, Xander shook of the erotic thoughts going through his head and sipped the drink picking his book back up and propmtly getting lost in the story.