<strong>NAME:</strong>Aaron Gilbert (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236423#msg13236423)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Changing out of soaked, gray clothing to an Overwatch Cap (https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/2899bd37-e24f-46b8-a942-2ca7971fc925_1.a2a20f4603636e62a63cac640215c895.jpeg), Venom t-shirt (https://80stees.imgix.net/s/files/1/0384/0921/products/venom-sublimation-shirt.dsk.jpeg), and denim shorts<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Caulton Residence - Backyard Pool to Henderson Farm<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A turmoil of moods<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Oliver, Open<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/grinder_treatment2.jpg)</div>Aaron had just been standing around observing the party from a distance as Oliver composed the Facebook post. He couldn't help but smirk to himself, knowing that the young man would approach the topic with the sincere earnest desire to be helpful. It almost felt wrong, really, because when Gretchen inevitably got angry the poor boy would no doubt voice his confusion to Aaron. It almost felt like he was using his own friend to get another vicious blow in. But, he decided, he'd be honest with Oliver once the confusion came about.<br/><br/>Once Oliver was satisfied Aaron nodded, stepping forward towards the party, listening to his pal's thoughts on all things board game and Elder God.<br/><br/>"You think of it as a trend?" Aaron asked, eyebrow quirked as the two walked about the perimeter of the bonfire. The licking flames of heat could be felt even some two or three dozen feet away. The constant shifting of revelers from the front towards the back reminded him of how a shark's teeth worked, constantly spinning so old teeth fell away only to be replaced with new ones. "I dunno, I feel like the whole Lovecraft thing has always been there. Picking up in awareness maybe, but when the closest Hollywood steps towards Cthulu is that old Hellboy flick..." Aaron shrugged.<br/><br/>Once they had moved past the bonfire and towards the barn exterior Aaron slowed down, lifting his hat off to scratch at his close-cut scalp. He wasn't normally one to drink alcohol, but he assumed since this was a party it was something he should try doing. He was more interested in the different food, however, and was about to ask Oliver what he wanted when a cellphone seemed to suddenly accost him.<br/><br/>"Yo man, is this you?!" shouted the owner of the cellphone, pushing a rather fuzzy looking video right into Aaron's glasses. At least, it seemed fuzzy when it was right in your eyes. "Dude, this shit is hilarious!" The rather chubby looking man with an unfortunate haircut pulled the phone away, clapping Aaron harshly on the back. "Here, man, have a beer!" he said, thrusting his red solo cup into Aaron's hands. It looked as if half of its contents had already been consumed.<br/><br/>As swiftly as he had approached he wandered off, leaving Aaron a bit flabbergasted. Yet as he and Oliver approached the snack table, he was met with the occasional whoop, holler, and clap on the back. Vague, brief compliments or affirmations that Scott Hudgins was quite disliked were given, though nothing that really prevented Aaron from making his way to the snacks. He grabbed himself a simple slice of plain cheese pizza, looking around to figure out where at a party you could go that was quiet.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I um... what were we discussing again?" he asked Oliver.