<strong>NAME:</strong>Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson Farm - Outside the Barn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Analysis Paralysis<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Oliver, Tommy, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Before Aaron could give Oliver a proper reply Tommy had clapped his strong hand onto Aaron's shoulder. The grip hurt a bit, causing Aaron to wince slightly, but he knew it wasn't a threatening gesture. Curious how, among the jocks at least, the same acts of intimidation were also acts of friendship. Nevertheless, he shook his head at the invitation.<br/><br/>"I don't, ah, smoke," he replied simply, his voice a bit low. He knew some of the kids around here had to have been the children of local cops, and you never knew who was "straight edge" and who wasn't. While Aaron had no moral problem with his pals getting high, it was just something he wasn't very comfortable with. He looked to Oliver, but his companion seemed to make no sign that he'd be ditching him for the ascension provided by chemical substances. "We'll let you know if anything changes, though." He shrugged, turning back to Tommy.<br/><br/>Aaron was tempted to shift the topic again as Tommy had left, but as his eyes gazed around the crowd and he thought about the soul-stomping nature of his latest crush... well, he was in the mood to talk about this with<em>someone</em>, and he didn't exactly have many good options. Benny would have nothing positive to say about a woman like Gwynn and would probably try to set him up with some stoner metal chick with a tongue piercing. Marco wouldn't be hateful of anyone, but he'd be trying to transform Aaron into a shorter, whiter version of Marco himself. He needed someone that could be honest to discuss this sort of thing.<br/><br/>"I don't think I know how to dance," Aaron noted after swallowing a bite of pizza. "But I mean... I don't think any of them know how to dance either." He nodded his head to the couples just outside of the barn door, where the thumping bass and electronic drops could be heard loud and clear but not so deafening as to blow out your ear drums. "All they're doing is shoving their hips into each other. It's..." He set his plate down, chewing on his lower lip. "I mean, it is weird<em>to me</em>, but I suppose I'm the weird one, right? I mean, how does she know he's not a rapist? How does he know she doesn't have STDs? How do either of them know they're prepared with condoms that haven't expired?"<br/><br/>His voice had lowered as he brought up the condoms. Still not the sort of topic he was used to discussing out loud.