<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/ArthurPaige2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Arthur Paige<br/><strong>Location</strong>:Patio/Main Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown Leather Jacket, Jeans, White T-Shirt, white socks, Bright yellow boxers with little multi-colored kiss marks on them, brown leather boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:Cloe, Rose, Jules, Diane<br/><hr/><br/>You could tell a lot about a person just by their hands. An older woman could hide her age with layers of makeup or plastic surgery. But, the wrinkles and veins of one's hand were harder to disguise. And it went both ways. With expertly applied cosmetics a woman could appear older and more glamourous. But, the hands told the truth. If the eyes were windows to the soul then hands were the stethoscope. right now as Cloe held his hand lightly, he could feel the slight increase of her heartbeat, the way it seemed to flutter a bit as the girl gazed over at Emma. Arthur could feel her body heat rising, hands dampening, before he lost the contact as she broke their connection when the others entered from the main room.<br/><br/>The yogi appraised Diane as she came out onto the patio. Of all the ladies here tonight, the lovely wild-haired beauty was the least known to him. Had she attended any of his sessions? She was definitely not a regular, but hopefully, after tonight she would be. Chloe certainly seemed to like her.<br/><br/>"Well, Diane. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that I am glad you decided to come." Leaning in closer he whispered. "It's actually my first official time too."<br/><br/>Next was Rose, looking as sexy as ever even wearing the large Jacket that so obviously belonged to someone else. "Looks like we weren't the only ones having a bit of fun." Arthur noted, trying not to stare at the sliver of the woman's bra peeking out from the lapels of the coat. A coat that could only belong to the man that entered with her. "Hey," he offered his hand to the other man. "Jule's right? I'm Arthur. And hopefully if Rose is wearing that jacket home, there won't be anything on underneath it."<br/><br/>Blinking as he felt Chloe's fingers intertwining with his.<em>That's a good sign, right? </em>Wondering if the girl had felt that same surge of energy as he had when their fingers met, Arthur, looked around at the others with a look of false resignation. "Duty calls." Letting Cloe lead him by the hand he turned to call back over his shoulder. "I like your idea Jules. I vote we go for it."<br/><br/>Once they were inside looking at all the various bottles of liquor he couldn't help but give a soft chuckle. "Man this is a lot of booze." Boldly he moved closer to the woman, until their bodies would graze one another as they moved. "I think I'm going to stick with what I know. Chu-Hi and some warm blueberry sake."  Picking up the deep blue bottle he smiled at<br/>Chloe. "This stuff is sneaky. You won't feel it until you stand up. Then it hits you like a wrecking ball." As he was talking his thumb was grazing back and forth over the top of her hand. "So, figured out what you want yet?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>