<div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July | Sunset<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual Beach Sexy (http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/41000000/Stephen-James-stephen-james-hendry-41092498-640-640.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a long, long day.  JJ had expected a certain amount of… what, mayhem?... when he’d signed up to be on the show.  It was crafted to be that way on purpose, after all.  But he’d essentially been on the run for a solid day and a half with only a few hours sleep on a questionably comfortable day bed.<br/><br/>Still, even as his day was drawing to a close, he was hoping that the best was yet to come.  His evening date with the stunning Cassandra lay just ahead.  From the start there had only been two women who caught his eye and held it.  As it happened he was on back to back dates with them, which would make his choice fairly easy.  For now, though, he would focus all of his attention on Cassie.<br/><br/>Well, Cassie and the stunning setting the producers had offered up for the two of them.  The sun was beginning to set as JJ arrived at the site, its rays creating a long causeway of red-gold light from the horizon to the edge of the water.  JJ, no poet, had a passing fancy that it looked as if there was a road covered in gold leaf leading to the edge of the world.  Waves crashed idly in a soft, regular hiss on the shore.  A cool breeze blew in from the water, carrying a salt tang and an impression of the sea: a light, pleasantly fecund maritime synesthesia that one smelled and tasted together.<br/><br/>The table was set with oriental-looking lantern lamps that flickered warmly over obviously expensive china and refracted through empty crystal wine glasses.  Two chairs were tucked under the table on opposite sides, their legs nestled softly in beach sand still warm from the day’s sun.  Not far away a uniformed chef, his tall toque looking starched to within an inch of its life, stood at a respectful distance working his magic on the most posh barbecue JJ had ever seen.  More of the lamps were set into the sand at what appeared to be random, but tasteful, intervals.<br/><br/>He gave a low whistle.  When Caroline said that this was going to be his most romantic date, she was absolutely not bullshitting.  The only thing missing, he thought, was a baroque string quartet playing something ethereal and sweet like a Chopin etude.<br/><br/>JJ chuckled softly.  He’d been around money.  He understood the ways it could be used… and abused… in the pursuit of creating atmosphere.  He made a mental note to congratulate whomever had coordinated this spectacle, whether it be a designer who went by a single name or a nameless production assistant.  He suspected even his father would be impressed by the understated elegance and situational foresight that was clear here.<br/><br/>Regardless of who was responsible for it, JJ intended to make the most of it.  The production crew was gone except for a small handful of camera persons who had clearly been told to be as discreet as possible.  So he sat in one of the chairs, closed his eyes and let the ambience wash over him for the remaining minutes until Cassandra arrived.<br/>