<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/26/de/bc26deca6a1fb6a93eadb16180f0898f--chris-pine-chris-delia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tanner McCloud (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847272#msg13847272)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Outfit (https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/Esquire_UK_May_2013_Page_088.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Hilton Hotel -> Hilton Hotel Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Tanner hated high school. He had endured how many years of torture, and humiliation?  Too many, and he frankly didn't care to count the exact amount of years, as he stood outside the Hilton Hotel that was about to open it's door to the graduates of '08. What a shit year. Tanner wasn't exactly the most popular kid in class... well, that was a vast understatement. He had all but two friends, the cheapest glasses his mother could afford (thick, black rims, and fragile lenses), and never any clothing remotely resembling cool. And on top of that; he was asthmatic. Still was.<br/><br/>On that note, Tanner McCloud patted the pocket on the inner lining of his jacket and sighed. He took out the inhaler - now a less geeky, modern prescription - and took a puff of it. It tasted terrible, like sucking on a greasy coin, but it did make his lungs settle. He could properly breathe again.<br/><br/><em>Ding!</em><br/><br/>Tanner looked down to his pocket, which vibrated. He fished out the phone in there, and looked to the screen. It was from Maria. Tanner rolled his eyes, and leaned against the light pole. He considered opening the message from his now ex-Wife, but decided against it. No. He had told her he was going out. This was just her way of controlling him while she played with her boy-toy in the Bahamas. Tanner scowled, then opened Facebook. He signed into his personal account, and smirked as he posted.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>(http://static.adweek.com/adweek.com-prod/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/04/facebook-logo.png)<strong>Tanner McCloud:</strong><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/39/34/3a/39343a34662b01a6f6933c2d7dc988cc--just-my-luck-chris-pine.jpg)<br/>About to head in to the 10 year High School reunion!<br/>Question is, will anyone be able to one up the level of loser I was ten years ago? Answers will be found.<br/>If your eyes burn from looking at that old picture; me too, that's normal.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was self-depreciating as usual, but the exclamation mark and perfect timing would have meant that Maria would have seen it within minutes of being posted. He'd have the good time tonight, even if he was miserable within the event itself he'd make his social media glow with joy. This day wasn't just a reunion. It was revenge, it was his chance to walk into a room without Maria and know that she was jealous. It was a sweet feeling. After all, if he wasn't allowed the house surely he was allowed to be petty? Tanner certainly thought so.<br/><br/>The small teenager who he once was was gone, and in his place was a confident man. Despite all he had been through in the past year - his business taking off officially and with it bringing a metric tonne of paperwork, his wife divorcing him, and having to find an apartment after losing the house - Tanner thought himself to be one of the more upgraded members of his graduating party. He was sure some of them would have worked out worse than he had. Sure, he was a virgin until he was 20 years old, and he had peed himself once in school and never lived it down; but none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was how many of his female former classmates noticed him.<br/><br/>Once he had seen a few likes on his post pop up, Tanner pushed off from the light pole and walked into the Hilton. Once he had passed reception, and confirmed his room upstairs for the night, McCloud walked into the Ballroom with his hands clasped behind his back. Tanner looked around, and smirked at the coloring and decorations. This was definitely thought out a lot more than he expected it to me. Frankly, it was beautiful. McCloud huffed through his nose, and looked around the room. In the room was a fair amount other people. It was definitely safe to approach the males in the room. Just because he wasn't a loser any more did not mean he hadn't been married for nine years. Being off the market for that long meant he had to think for a while before he made a move.<br/><br/>But first, the snacks. Tanner approached a table of food and smirked. He picked up something small and salty, and felt his pocket vibrate again. Tanner chuckled to himself. He wouldn't check that until the end of the night, or until someone asked for his number.