<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/392YqYU.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jules McCallistar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16050172#msg16050172)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Front hall>Inside Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Navy blazer, light-washed jeans, Rocky Mountain High t-shirt (https://www.crazydogtshirts.com/products/colorado-get-rocky-mountain-high-mens-tshirt?variant=14358909911085,)  worn brown Docs<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Inside Table Crew: Izzy, Nick, Donovan, Diane, Rosalie<br/><hr/><br/>Jules was grateful for the initial welcomes, especially from the host who was busier than she was dressed. His biggest challenge at these things always seemed to be feeling like he fit in, so when<strong>Izzy</strong>acknowledged him, small as that was, it allowed him to let go of a breath. It wasn’t that Jules was socially awkward, far from it. But, this was a crowd of beautiful, easy-going people. It was still, after almost 18 months in California, a culture shock to him to be around this kind of excess. A decade in the military guarding Saergents on their travels did not prepare him for, well, any of *this*.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but be flattered by the kind of attention he got at these games, such as<strong> Izzy’s </strong>remark or<strong>Rose’s</strong>little crack about him losing his shirt.<strong>Izzy’s</strong>remark just got a shake of his head. To Jules, Izzy was an unrepentant flirt, which he got a kick out of, but it made him wary of getting too close to her. Jealousy issues had plagued him in the past, and while this was all in ‘fun’, Jules knew himself well enough to know he had to tread carefully with someone as pretty and as gregarious as Izzy. She had a knack for drawing others in, it seemed.<br/><br/>He didn’t know<strong>Rose</strong>well, but it wouldn’t be surprising if she’d seen him shirtless before, as it had been the minimum of what had happened at the previous two events. He greeted the remark with a warm smile and shook his head gently. “Nice try,<strong>Rosie</strong>,” he said, using a nick he’d heard others closer to her use, “but I at least need to get a drink in me and actually play a hand. Get one of the on screen folks to take orders like that.” Jules punctuated the remark with a wink and turned towards the kitchen to fix himself something to drink while others socialized between hands.<br/><br/>He took a moment to thumb through the collection of alcohol laid out already. He located a bottle of bourbon that seemed to his liking, and set about locating a shaker and ice to mix himself a Manhattan. The vermouth selection was sparse but suitable, and really, he only needed a whisper of it anyway.<br/><br/>Jules made his way back into the living room just as the cards were being dealt. He tapped on the back of<strong>Diane’s </strong>seat on his way around, “Hey, sorry. Meant to say hi back on the way through,” he said to her before settling down on the sofa to<strong>Rose’s</strong>left, with<strong>Izzy</strong>perched on the loveseat to his left. He reached for his cards as he set his drink on the corner of the table, and did his best to suppress a look of annoyance. They were not the kind of cards one wanted to start a night with.<br/>