<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, lunchtime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ nodded his assent and shook Logan’s hand firmly.  It wasn’t a dominance display, but years of working in the gym and dealing with bodybuilders had trained him so thoroughly to hold his own in a handshake that it may have seemed a bit strong to Logan.  Add in that Americans tended to have more aggressive shakes than the English and perhaps JJ came off as a bit heavy.<br/><br/>If so, the rest of JJ’s demeanor wouldn’t have supported that conclusion.  He projected an air of casual indifference to his surroundings and seemed friendly enough.  Certainly his words didn’t give off the impression of chest-thumping or bullying.<br/><br/><strong>“Yeah,” </strong>he said with a sigh as his pint arrived.<strong>“That competition was… nuts.  I’m glad I didn’t give the producers something that I’m ashamed of.  That dude… Devon, I think it is… Jesus.  What he must be going through.”</strong><br/><br/>He took a long pull from the pint.  Closed his eyes in something approaching bliss.  Put the glass down on the bar with a solid<em>thunk</em>.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh, <em>hell</em> yes.  Real beer, for god’s sake.”</strong><br/><br/>He gave Logan a quick glance and considered it, but ultimately decided to leave the guy’s own adventures in the competition alone.  JJ didn’t want to alienate him right from the start.  At some point, though, if the two of them hit it off, maybe he’d ask.  For now…<br/><br/><strong>“The girls, yeah.  There are a couple of smoke shows that I’d happily...”</strong><br/><br/>He stopped himself.  Gave a small smirk.<br/><br/><strong>“Get to know.  There’s a couple that do nothing for me, too, so it’s a mixed bag.  So far all of them have seemed sweet enough, though.  If there are any crazies or bunny boilers in the lot, I haven’t met them.”</strong><br/><br/>He took another long pull.  He had no intention of getting drunk here at the bar, but he would absolutely take advantage of the producers’ largesse and have some real beer on their dime.<br/><br/><strong>“How about you, man?  Thought I detected a note of tension with you and a couple of 'em…”</strong><br/>