<div class="floatleft">(https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F20%2F2012%2F04%2Fchanning-tatum-1-435-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jonathan Freitas Sanches (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026924#msg16026924)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Leather Blue Jacket</del>, White Tee, Light Blue Denim Jeans, White Air Force Ones.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Still Trying to behave<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Pals (Arthur, Chloe, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/>In another environment, under different circumstances, he might have spent longer on Chloe’s feet. As a dancer himself he was fully aware that a dancers feet took a bit more wear and tear than your average persons. But Jonathan knew the store and could see the dedication, which was attractive. He knew the type of work it required to be a great dancer and Chloe was certainly that. He had seen it before when they had worked together. You didn’t look that natural by accident, it took hours. That being said, he had seen a lot worse dancers feet than Chloe’s and not any better. Either way he enjoyed her calves a lot more. Whilst her feet wore the work she had put into her craft, her calf muscles showed the work in a different way. Slim, smooth and fit like a dancers should be. He’d now worked close to her knee, and Chloe had the type of long legs they wrote songs about. The type of legs that wrapped……….<br/><br/>Hands ran through his hair as he looked up matching Chloe’s gaze and giving her a cheeky smile, his hands not stopping as she mussed his hair up. He wasn’t the vain type so the fact his hair was no messed up a bit didn’t both him at all.<strong>“It was meant as a compliment. Dancers legs are sexy……….and yours……”</strong>He just trailed his sentence off, sometimes mystery of what wasn’t said could be as alluring as having said them.<br/><br/>With Arthur asking the question of how long they should do it for, Jonathan took that as an opportunity to get the party back involving all of them. After all he was on borrowed time till Emma would win a hand and he would have his freedom. All though he wasn’t sure he wanted his freedom.<strong>“I suppose we should call it here before I go any higher and you go any lower mate,”</strong>he said with a slight chuckle to Arthur, knowing the man must have enjoyed himself as much as he had.<strong>“Also I have to go be someone’s chair again, it’s a tough gig but someone has to do it.”</strong><br/><br/>Jonathan gave Chloe’s legs one last light fingertip run over, memorizing the soft smooth nature of her legs before he got up to his feet. Jonathan then went back over to his jacket and reached into the pocket, taking out some hand sanitizer. He was sure Chloe’s feet were clean, but he was a bit of a clean freak. As it was his first party he didn’t know what sort of etiquette was around this type of thing and hoped Chloe wouldn’t take any offence. He decided that saying anything would make a bigger deal out of it, and unless Chloe was looking his back was to her as he did it.<br/><br/>Sitting down next to Emma again to her left, he reached over to her and pulled her back onto his lap, back in the first position they had been in, the alcohol now running through his system a bit more and he was feeling a bit more adventurous. Putting his arms around her waist, he smiled back at her.<strong>“Did you miss your Chair?”</strong>