<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</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Katie, Baylee, Juliet</strong><br/><hr/>Phil wandered to the bar, sweet 2000s jams pumping through the room as most of the people started milking about. He said hi to some, not remembering most, but couldn’t take his eyes off of some of his classmates. Everyone had grown up well, it seemed. Maybe high school wasn’t awful. Maybe seeing how amazing Juliet looked made him think that too.<br/>Then he saw Baylee and remembered how awful it could be. They had drifted apart and he had no idea why.<br/>He ordered a whiskey on the rocks, sipped on the perfectly bitter liquid, and straightened his tie. He wasn’t ready to talk to her, yet. There was something there, maybe, back in the day. But things had gone wrong. Probably his fault. Most things were.<br/>A woman was standing at the bar with a fruity drink, milling about, and he felt bad that he didn’t recognize her. She was statuesque, gorgeous, and had a tremendous air about her. He took a giant swig, got a refill from the bartender, and approached.<br/>“Hey! Nice to see you again. How have you been?” He approached her with General warmth, assuming he should know her but just didn’t.<br/>