<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>: Trying to behave<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lance, Emma, Chloe, Desmond<br/><hr/>It was funny how sometimes something just seemed to fit. His hands around her waist, had this weird feeling of two parts of a jigsaw puzzle fitting just right. And then the reassuring hand that fell to his, as if making sure it didn’t move from that spot. A mental note to not get to excited started sounding in his head like a warning alarm and that was with him not knowing everything else that was running through Emma’s head or the look on her face. And that was a good thing, because there was still so much more of the game to go, so much more fun to be had before a hope of a main event.<br/><br/>Funny how he’d come here tonight hoping to finally end up with Izzy, but instead he was now in a different room with a woman he hadn’t met before sitting in his lap. Having just watched the most entertaining footwear removal he had ever seen. Life was strange but it was good. All the while having alcohol poured into his mouth.<strong> “I wouldn’t worry too much Emma, I doubt anyone else is going to be matching that when they take their shoes off.”</strong><br/><br/>Then he was confronted by Emma asking why he would be looking at cards when he could be looking elsewhere.<strong>“Well, I was trying to behave, at least for a bit.”</strong>His defence seemed to be met by a grin that was almost a warning to Jonathan of what was to come. She was then away from his lap and Jonathan couldn’t help but show a little disappointment on his face, he had been comfortable in that position. Well as comfortable as you could be with certain body parts of relative hot strangers so close together.  The disappointment didn’t last for too long as she had turned t face him and then a knee was next to his hips. Soon he was straddled by Emma, a moment of pause between them, probably a similar thought running through both of their minds.<br/><br/><strong>“You’re a quick one,” </strong>he compliments her on her speed of thought.<strong>“Issue is I now can’t really see the table, deal or see our friends.”</strong>He thought about pulling her close, chest to chest so he could look over her shoulder. But then she would have the issue still.<strong>“Before the next hand, maybe you should sit sideways, then I can look at you, the cards and everything else, whilst still being your “not worse” chair.”</strong>He smiled at Emma, making it clear he didn’t want her to move off him as he reinforced this by putting his hands back on her hips. The thought of moving them elsewhere had crossed his mind but he’d decided against it. Take it slow was the thought going through his head.