<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/3/35/905Smallville0240.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20091024192658)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br/><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Hayden was trying to do anything to avoid the topic that brought him to her apartment in pain. He nodded, stoic not saying anything else in the matter when she bumped his knee with her own drawing attention to his nervous tick. Stopping the motion his blue eyes gazing at his knee as he bite his lip and gave a nervous chuckle. <br/><br/><strong>"Heh.. No."</strong> <br/><br/>Swallowing hard and lucky for him changing the subject with the lady gaga thing. His eyes focused on the screen going wide at the display before him. Honestly, celebrities were such odd creatures. Hayden sipped again from his drink and started to dig into his Mongolian beef as he watched aimlessly at the screen frowning at it, <strong>"see if there's anything good on. This is driving me crazy."</strong> <br/><br/>E! God he didn't care about fashion, he was a farmboy from Kansas. Give him a flannel shirt and jeans any day of the week and he was happy. Watching this show made him ache for home, sighing, <strong>"I should visit the farm in a weekend soon. Feel like coming with?"</strong><br/></span></span>