<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:Registration</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><hr/>As Phil Deckland pulled his car to a stop in the parking lot of the Hilton, he smiled to himself. High school had been, for the most part, benign, but he still had ached, nearly every day. He felt alone. Isolated. Like he didn’t fit in because, in a lot of ways, he didn’t. He was smart. Cultured. Or, at least, that’s how he remembered viewing the world. Phil looked at his phone and smiled. He was taking the weekend off of social media, much to his fans’ dismay. But he scrolled through Facebook and saw some of the photos of the ballroom. With all of the shit of high school in his rear view, it had taken him awhile, but he realized that maybe he was too hard on the people around him. He was sure that some of them, some specifically and others he probably hadn’t even met, had been nice to him. But, in 2008 Phil fashion, he hadn’t given them the time of day. He probably assumed they were there to make fun of him or, more likely, that he would have absolutely nothing in common with them.<br/><br/>He shut his phone and slid it in the pocket of his favorite suit, the one that made him feel like a true man among men, a man to be lusted over. Because, as he got out of the car and straightened his cuffs, that was what tonight was all about, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Phil had been a horn dog in high school. He was slightly ashamed of it, looking back. How pathetic he was, how pitiful, how all he wanted was some hot girl to swoop him up, take his virginity, and be his girlfriend forever. It took him getting to college to realize that that wasn’t what life should be about for a teenager. Being a teen, he realized, was all about having fun. Experimenting. Figuring out how life, and all of its aspects, worked. He had written some Young Adult literature, since it was the moneymaking trend at the moment, and had talked to schools and all he could think about was that he hoped those kids in the audience were having a better time in school than he was. It wasn’t a tortured existence.<br/><br/>But it could have been better.<br/><br/>That’s why, as he walked into the Hilton and saw...name...cute redhead...perfect girl...always nice...sent out the fucking invite...Juliet!! Was that her? Anyway, that’s why as he walked in and saw her and saw that there were already people inside, he knew that it was time to have an open-mind, be the hot commodity he had become, and have an experience he would never forget.<br/><br/>“Phil Deckland. How have you been, Juliet?”<br/>