<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>In the Lounge<br/>With: Brad, Ben, Lexa, Sarah, Dannie, Mark and anyone else</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>Aaron almost coughed his drink up as he watched slide his hands about Dannie. If that's the sort of thing he'd be required to do than he may as well go home, but the young woman seemed more uncomfortable than anything, and even said as much. That really was nice. Aaron really wasn't alone.<br/><br/>"Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand as she returned to the bar. "I'm Aaron Streibu-urm, just call me Aaron." He blushed slightly, hoping she didn't recognize his name. Or anyone else. The last thing he needed was for someone to recognize the author of some cheap teen heart-throb vampire novels.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'm pretty nervous, too," he said. He loosened his tie slightly. Was it warm in here? "I've never done anything like this, and honestly, I might just watch for the night. It all just seems so..." He breathed in, trying to think of the right word, but shook his head. "I don't even know, I'll be honest."