<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/e1/12/15e11212fa555f1d50dfae30deab69ff--amazing-people-beautiful-people.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil Deckland (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847174#msg13847174)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tailored Hug Boss suit with a dark gray pinstripe, white shirt with Seville Row tie and black shiny shoes that dazzle. (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/55/08/1d/55081da1b1fae6eac63f56f77ee1e21b--beautiful-men-beautiful-people.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:Bar, Buffet </strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, Kacie, Chrissa, Tabby, (open) </strong><br/><hr/>“We’ll have to do lunch when I’m there next month,” Phil told Kacie, amazed that he had such a close connection with someone when he had distanced himself, he thought, from most of Westwood.<br/>When Tabby and Kat took over one another, he understood. He couldn’t imagine what a prom date was like at all, let alone a prom date who, it seemed, was hiding a big part of herself. If anyone could understand and be the best at handling that situation, though, it may have been Tabby.<br/><br/>“I think the big entertainment life is making me soft, apparently. I’m much more in a sipping pace in my old age of 28.” Phil winked and gave the group a slight toast before washing away the bitter sting of tequila.<br/><br/>Alarms were going off in his head as he saw a thin, sexy blonde over at another part of the bar. Things weren’t computing. Things weren’t adding up. She...he knew her. Chrissa.  He knew her and he had to tell her why, but didn’t want to make a scene.<br/><br/>“Ladies, if you’ll excuse me, there are some cheese sticks at the buffet that are calling my name. Please remember me when you need a drinking buddy or dancing partner this evening,” Phil said in his best fake but passable Southern gentleman drawl and walked to the buffet, wondering how to approach. And then there was Baylee, who he still wanted to talk to.<br/><br/>Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, Phil thought, as he grabbed food to try to buy himself time to think. At his heart, Phil loved food still. Yes, he had lost weight, but at his core, food was a source of pleasure (not the only one) and a source of refuge when anxiety kicked in. Or nerves. Or guilt. Or sadness.<br/>