<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0d/bf/43/0dbf43b373a342d626d1bd4089266698--marlon-teixeira-candies.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Danny" Dannings (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13854701#msg13854701)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as pictured with dark brown dress shoes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Smoking area outside<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>No sooner had Danny arrived, than he pulled a cigarette free from the pack of Marlboro Red's, and tucked it against his lips. Stepping out of his car and replacing his keys inside his back pocket, Danny fished out a lighter and flicked the end until it sparked to life. With a deep inhale, he returned his plain white lighter to his other back pocket, where his wallet was located. Casually strolling closer to the smoking area, Danny glanced around the parking lot for any others - anyone he may have recognized.<br/><br/>Truth was, he didn't expect to recognize many people. High school was a messy blur.<br/><br/>His head dipped backward as a stream of pluming clouds raised into the early evening, twisting and winding against the humid breeze. By the time he reached the smoking section, which was basically just a collection of fancy benches and two stands to deposit the butts, Danny absently continued walking in a small circle. He took his time with the smoke, not really in any sort of a rush. It wasn't that he was dreading the evening. Just, he wasn't sure what to anticipate. It took a great deal of effort to keep from bringing his guitar along with him, as a sort of comfort.<br/><br/>But, he had to remind himself when he was packing for the trip, the reunion was not a gig. Thoughtfully, he took another long drag and watched as the smoke filtered away from him and stretched, trying to reach the darkening, back-lit sky.