<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>In the Lounge<br/>With: Brad, Ben, Lexa, Sarah, Dannie, and anyone else</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>Aaron watched as the new young woman entered, seeming just as nervous as he was. At least it wasn't unusual for someone to walk in a bit out of sorts like he had. He still didn't have the guts to pipe up and speak.<br/><br/>It was the man on the couch across from him that acknowledged her, speaking. Looks like he had just finished off with one woman but was already prepared for another go round. Was that usual? Aaron typically needed some time before he was ready to perform again. He observed the woman's reaction, the one he had just played with, seeing if she was insulted at all that the young man was already moving on to another woman. It could be so easy to misstep in a situation like this.<br/><br/>He wiped his brow and was shocked to find that he was sweating a bit. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. He pulled out his flask, taking a quick swig. He didn't want to get too drunk, though, or else he'd lose the ability altogether.<br/><br/>He continued to lean back and observe. He'd watch how these two interacted, see if he committed any faux pas that he could learn to avoid.