<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just arrived in the lounge and makin' his move on Natalie<br/><br/>The mountain bike's tire turned sharply to brake on the neatly-paved driveway, nearly catapulting its rider off. Gray recovered nimbly, though, grasping the handlebars tight and vaulting over them to skid and stagger to a halt, gazing up and around at the mansion's gleaming white façade. Pillars and windows shone in the waning light, the brightness inside some of them and the number of cars lined up outside indicating that there were already plenty of people in attendance. The rangy Australian youth glanced around surreptitiously, hoping that there might have been witnesses to that impromptu piece of gnarliness, but for the moment he was alone. Hissing through his teeth at the wasted spectacle, he cheekily leaned his bike against someone's car and reached into his backpack for his bottle. Taking a slug of PowerThirst<sup>TM</sup>energy drink, he surveyed the stunning building one more time and headed for the door.<br/><br/>“I'm going to end up in bloody chunks in some Yank psycho's freezer, I just know it,” he lamented under his breath. In truth, though, he was simmering with a kind of horny optimism. Gray reckoned that the only reason someone would seek out a person with his...proclivities was for what it said on the tin: they were hosting a hell of a sex party. Besides, he was visiting the States for excitement; dirtbiking in Texas, basejumping in Nevada, hiking in Alaska. He basically<em>had</em>to take the risk of walking into the love-shack of this “D”character. If nothing else, it'd make a killer yarn.<br/><br/>“G'day, mates,” he said cheerfully, weaving through the crowd of other recent arrivals that had clustered around the entrance to the lounge and nearby seats. He gave his best larrikin grin to the incredibly tall man, the incredibly well-endowed Asian girl, and all the other incredibly good-looking people. He was impressed at the talent D had assembled; not an elderly lech or creepy pervert amongst them, unlike most other swinging parties he'd been to. “Name's Gray, and this looks like my kind of bash!” He leaned past someone and snagged a beer from a cooler, glancing at it balefully. It was an American beer, which meant slightly-yellow water as far as he was concerned, but beggars couldn't be choosers.<br/><br/>He sipped the beer and surveyed the room, casually shifting his shoulders to dislodge his bag and tossing it into the corner. Gray was tall, lean and well-built, all toned muscle, Gold Coast-tanned flesh and Aussie insolence. His tight black tee clung to a trim torso, revealing a glimpse of hard abdomen where it rode up as he lifted the can. Close-fitting desert brown trousers were flecked with motes of mud from the ride, and the recent exercise gave a healthy flush to his sharp features and a spring to his step. His grin only widened as he saw the bodies contorted and grouped in various levels of intimacy; it looked like things were well underway.<br/><br/>Gray's roving eyes fell at last on Natalie, and he did a quick double take. She was as pale as a ghost, but he'd never seen a ghost with full, crimson lips that seemed to beg to be kissed... or other things, from her dishabille, discarded clothing and the satisfied expression of the guy just walking away from her. He licked his lips, set the beer can on a table and advanced on the fair-skinned and fair-haired woman with an intense gleam in his silvery-grey eyes.<br/><br/>“Like I said, my name's Gray, and you. Are. Bloody. Gorgeous,” he smiled with a playful predatoriness.