<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/392YqYU.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Jules McCallistar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16050172#msg16050172)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio/Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Navy blazer, light-washed jeans, Rocky Mountain High t-shirt (https://www.crazydogtshirts.com/products/colorado-get-rocky-mountain-high-mens-tshirt?variant=14358909911085,)  worn brown Docs, navy boxer briefs</del>Towel.<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Getting undressed, etc. etc.<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Most Directly: Rose, But also: All<hr/><br/>The flirting and the teasing had certainly climbed to another level altogether in the last few minutes. Jules hoisted himself out of the water by planting his palms flat on the edge and lifting himself. While the water had been cold, the act of the night air rushing over him while he extracted himself only exacerbated the problem. He was grateful to see that Rose and Chloe had emerged from the house each carrying a stack of towels. Jules shivered slightly as he reached out and took one of the towels, wrapped it around his shoulders, and pulled it snug to mop his back and chest before dropping it down to his waist and snugging it up.<br/><br/>Jules glanced back at the pool, where Diane had joined the portion of the crowd in the water with that little yelp. He couldn’t help but smirk. It almost seemed like the slender brunette was giving herself an excuse to press up closer to Donavan when she got out.<em>Good for her</em>he thought.<br/><br/>The conversation had turned, almost naturally to the stakes of the next hand.<strong>“Yeah,” </strong>he said, smirking at Rose, then at Chloe,<strong>“if this some how shakes out that those two go off together, I think there’s a whole bunch of us that are going to feel like we lost tonight.” </strong>There was a sparkle of mischief in his eye, and as his gaze went back to Rose, it was clear what the intent of his response was.<br/><br/>With the towel secured around his waist, he acknowledged that he had his half of the bargain with Chloe and Rose that he needed to keep. “Yes, yes, drinks, I know. Give a guy a chance to dry. I don’t want to track water all over Izzy’s floor,” he said with a smile. It occurred to Jules for a moment that perhaps sometimes, he was<em>too much</em>of a rule follower.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he owed drinks, and if Chloe was serious about a double, he was darn sure going to make sure she got what she wanted. He started back towards the house and gave Rose’s shoulder a little squeeze as he passed, making sure to barely brush her hip with his.<strong>“Don’t worry, I’ve got you both covered,”</strong>he said, now turning his appreciative gaze to Chloe and giving a little wink.<br/><br/>Jules walked slowly, feeling the cotton of his boxer briefs clinging to him even as the rest of his body started to dry out. “Well, this won’t work,” he muttered to himself as the conversation at the pool started to fade into the background, all but disappearing as he closed the door to the house behind him. He glanced over his shoulder and surmised that nobody was following him into the kitchen and set off down the hall for the guest bathroom, where he peeled them off from under his towel and draped them over one of the hang bars. Jules hoped that Izzy wouldn’t mind-if she ever made her way back from her call.<br/><br/>He set about making the beverages for each of them, first filling a glass with ice and bourbon for himself, then doing the same for Rose, figuring she was getting less selective about such things as the evening wore on. Then, he pulled together a strongly poured Hurricane for Chloe, hoping she’d appreciate the extra effort, if not the extra booze.<br/><br/>People were still debating the terms of the next, and possibly last hand as he pushed the door shut with his foot and carried the drinks back out to the pool area, cradling his and Rose’s in one hand and Chloe’s in the other. His body had dried off more or less completely, and now that he’d discarded the boxer-briefs, Jules felt infinitely more comfortable walking back towards the game.<br/><br/>First, he paused and handed Chloe her drink with a smile,<strong>“There you go, a good stiff one for you.”</strong>Then shuffled the drinks and handed one of the bourbons to Rose. “<strong>And figured you might go for something a little stronger this time around, since it’s getting late.”<br/></strong>