<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/ArthurPaige2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Arthur Paige<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Brown Leather Jacket,</em>Jeans, White T-Shirt, white socks, Bright yellow boxers with little multi colored kiss marks on them, brown leather boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Emma, Cloe, Johnathan, Lance<br/><hr/><br/>Arthur split his efforts between studying his hand and checking out the others. Johnathan seemed a bit buzzed and the girl in his lap was well beyond that. at least it looked that way to him. He had spent four years of tagging along with his drunken sailor buddies in exotic places like Hong Kong, Pattaya Beach, Thailand, and Guam. As the designated get everyone back to the ship alive and preferably not in the back seat of a police cruiser, he rarely drank more than one or two drinks. So he'd seen his share of drunk people.<br/><br/>Lance. The man was as hard to read as that 50 Shades of Grey series of books everyone kept fussing over. It seemed to be about the author's love of the term<em>"Inner Goddess"</em>mixed with the stereotypical misconceptions about the Dominant and submissive dynamics. But hey what did he know, he was just a yoga instructor. And he was getting sidetracked as he often did. Lance was still a mystery to him.<br/><br/>That left Cloe. A sweet, friendly girl who seemed to ooze happy-go luckiness. He was not sure as to her state of inebriation, but if she was drunk, the girl was handling it rather well. Speaking of handling things the way his hand was shaping up he was sure this hand was going to be a loss. Though getting a chance to put his hands on Cloe didn't seem like much of a loss to him.<br/><br/>When Emma suggested he needed to take something off as an ante for showing up late he was tempted. Then when Johnathan seconded her opinion he shrugged. "Fair is fair I reckon." Standing he made a show of shucking out of his brown leather jacket, revealing the hard body beneath it. Arthur was no meathead, but the brand of yoga he taught mixed traditional yoga poses with dynamic resistance and a lot of pushups. it left him shredded and ripped without losing any flexibility. He could still bend down slip his hand under his leg and link it with the other hand behind his back and then do a standing split. The women in his classes tended to love that for some reason.<br/><br/>"Dang, looks like we lose," Arthur set down cards and looked at Cloe as Johnathan pointed out how it would be hard to massage Cloe with Emma in his lap. He envied the man. "So how is this going to work anyway Cloe? Do we massage you one at a time, all at once? Cuz, I'm pretty sure everyone at the table is going with that option."