<div class="floatleft">(https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F20%2F2012%2F04%2Fchanning-tatum-1-435-2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jonathan Freitas Sanches (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026924#msg16026924)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Leather Blue Jacket</del>, White Tee, Light Blue Denim Jeans, White Air Force Ones.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Killer Dance Moves<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lance, Emma, Chloe, Desmond<br/><hr/>Jonathan was usually good at poker but maybe there was a need for stakes of a monetary kind for him to concentrate. Because clearly the idea of taking his clothes off didn’t seem to carry the same weight. There was also no wagering and bluffing. Jonathan pondered the idea of escalation in bets for any future party. Perhaps each item of clothing had a value, and if someone bet their top others would have to match or concede something smaller. But for now, this was his first time, so he was just here to have some fun.<br/><br/>Either way, Jonathan had a 2 and a seven off suite. Very unlikely to win, which was confirmed as everyone revealed their hands. It seemed likely to Jonathan that it was time to remove some clothing. He wasn’t going to sit in a dude’s lap………at least not yet anyway. There would need to be more alcohol for that to happen. And if Emma was going to sit in his lap, he didn’t want to then be on someone else’s. And all though he could think of some situations that were particularly memorable, and even perhaps slightly entertaining, he wasn’t in a eager rush to full on talk about sex with anyone here. Not that he was shy, but Jonathan enjoyed the slow build towards those type of conversations with people he didn’t know to well if even at all.<br/><br/>Jonathan was ready to concede defeat and take off his jacket, he was beaten too it Emma who’s cards flew into the middle of the table. Jonathan watched as she picked up the bottle of patron and rose to her feat, giving Jonathan an idea of what her choice would be. A brush of the jeans later and Emma had fallen into him, right in the middle of his lap. It was a comfy fit, which reminded him of how some previous girlfriends would sit in his lap. Jonathan certainly couldn’t complain.<br/><br/><strong>“Had worse chairs,” </strong>Jonathan said in response.<strong>“My ego is through the roof, she’s had worse.”</strong>The ring of sarcasm was clear in his voice, but Jonathan chooses to ignore the final sentence that had come from Emma’s lips. Instead, he held her by her hips, stopping the wiggle that she had started.<strong>“Easy there, I like these jeans so don’t start a fire,”</strong>he said in a lower tone. There was every chance others heard but it was meant for Emma’s ears.<strong>“But whilst you’re there,”</strong>he said with a cheeky grin back at Emma as she wagged the bottle, he opened his mouth for Emma to pour from the bottle into his mouth.<br/><br/>With Emma’s challenge underway, Jonathan did his best without moving Emma to take off his jacket, revealing the white tee and the lower part of his bicep and the whole of his forearms. Strong arms from being able to hold his body weight up in various positions that dancers would find themselves in. He layed the jacket on the back of the sofa and got comfortable again with Emma on his lap.<strong>“So, how do we keep our hands secret from each other now?”</strong>he asked Emma.