<div class="floatright">(http://www.nuitmagazine.com/mag/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/MalarkeyMichaelVecchiatoAnd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Grant Alderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289260.msg14238927#msg14238927)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>29<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Maroon t-shirt, short sleeves, black jeans and belt, black sandals<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entrance -> Bar -> Beach Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/>Grant shifted slightly from the entrance once Chris had finished his introduction, it wasn’t that Grant wasn’t interested in what their illustrious host was saying it was just that he really wanted to get away from that entrance and get himself a drink. It wasn’t that Grant was an alcoholic, not really, or anything like that. It was just that the situation was starting to get to him. Grant had decided to sign up for this particular little vacation in paradise because, if push came to shove, he’d at least get a nice little vacation out of it even if things didn’t work out with anyone he was interested in. Even though Grant had tried to adapt a laid-back attitude to his time in paradise, he was still an absolute nervous wreck. Which was why Granted headed out from the entrance and took a look around before deciding to follow the bridge path that was off to the side, which led him to the bar/restaurant that he was looking for. It was probably better that he didn’t end up having to wander around aimlessly for too long, that wouldn’t have been any healthier for Grant.<br/><br/>It took him around five minutes to walk up to the bar, get the barkeeps attention, and order himself a drink. Surprisingly enough Grant was even the first one to get into the bar, it seemed like others had decided to ditch Chris’ introduction faster than he had. Not that he could blame them, if it wasn’t for the fact Grant had been waiting for Chris to give the layout of the land Grant likely wouldn’t have stuck around for as long as he did. Since there was no layout, apparently, he’d been slightly annoyed that he’d stuck around for the entire introduction. That, definitely, wasn’t a waste of his time. After the bartender finished serving the person slightly across from him, and noticed him, Grant gave a slight smile as the bartender made his way over. [color=#teal]<em>"Could I get a Highlander special, thank you.."</em>[/color] Grant slightly leaned forward onto the stool in front of him, waiting for the bartender to mix his drink before deciding to call over. [color=#teal]<em>"Actually, could you make it two highlanders."</em>[/color] Once he was certain the bartender had heard Grant pulled back from the countertop, giving a slight tug to the stool he’d been leaning on and pulling it out from the counter. He slipped into the stool, his back to the counter as he slightly leaned back and waited for the drinks to be prepared.<br/><br/>Grant took the time to look over the other ‘islanders’ that made their way into the bar for a quick drink, right until the bartender tapped at his shoulder alerting him to the two drinks that were now resting behind him. He reached slightly behind him picking up one of the Highlanders from the counter-top before bringing the tall-glass to his lips. At first, he was going to temper himself with just a sip or two, wanting to wait out the next couple hours in the bar rather than exploring. But then again, he was feeling especially nervous with<em>all of this.</em>Which was why after the first sip, or second, Grant downed the tall glass, setting the little umbrella in the glass off to the side as he downed the entire glass in a couple of slow gulps.<em>They didn’t call it liquid courage for nothing..</em>After downing the entire glass he decided to pick up the second glass, stirring it in hand and pulling the umbrella out of his glass and setting it down next to the other.<br/><br/>He stood up from his seat, probably not the best idea after down a mixture of vermouth and scotch and it showed from the slight unsteadiness in his feet, it only took a moment for that to calm however. After all, even if there were three shots of scotch inside the glass it didn’t change the fact that it had been his first drink for the evening. Which was probably for the best, since if he had a second or third drink then the glass he just downed would have kept him off his feet for the rest of the day. Not exactly a good start to the first day. Speaking of which, since it was the first day he should probably at least try and mingle with a couple of people. There were certainly plenty that he’d seen, already, that were his type, though getting the nerve to walk up to them and have a conversation was another matter. Plus, it really didn’t help that the alcohol already on his breath probably didn’t make him the most attractive of candidates.<br/><br/>Grant took another sip of that drink in his hand, biting back the taste of orange, as he carried that drink in his hand back across the bridge and out of the restaurant area to find something else to do. While standing around, drink in hand, he noticed that the individuals were headed toward two areas specifically. The beach, and the pool, it seemed like people really were intending to get their time in the surf and sun. Personally, he would have preferred the pool, rather than the beach, as the idea of getting sand in-between his toes wasn’t exactly appealing since he had sandals on. On the other hand, there weren’t all that many people headed to the pool, and he hadn’t just downed a glass of hard liquor to talk to a<em>couple</em>of people. So, comfort aside, he decided to head to the beach rather than heading off to the pool. After a short stroll across the path, and another bridge, he made his way to the lounging area of the beach. It was better than strolling the beach itself and it looked like most of the people on the beach were lounging around, talking, rather than actually heading out onto the beach. A bonus for him since it kept as much sand out of his sandals as possible.