<strong>Who:</strong>Connor<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>What:</strong>With People<br/><br/>"LA." He murmurs in response, nodding his head. Of course, she looked like the type - the upper end, higher class, social butterfly. Not that he cared for classes though. They meant nothing to him. A kid like him from the street could take a snobby nosed guy any day of the week. His interest was held as he watched her walk over and be kissed by the Goth Girl. Both were attractive, in their own ways, showing plenty of skin while still concealing themselves. Connor thought he would not mind catching the two of them alone some time, especially if they had nothing to do during the days.<br/><br/>He cracked his neck from side to side as well. He had tattoos of his own, but the jeans and t-shirt he wore covered them all up. He had a large Celtic Cross on his back, covering his spine and shoulders. It was his trademark, how he was recognized on the circuit. He had Celtic Hounds on his right shoulder as well. His power arm.