<div class="floatleft">(https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jasper (JJ) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15018215#msg15018215)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, lunchtime<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cocktail Bar and Cafe<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Callisti Tee and cargo pants (https://notjustalabel-prod.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/s3fs-public/styles/njal_scale_large_vertical/public/images/collections/191505/sublabel_callisti_vintage_ltd_tshirts_with_stephen_james_notjustalabel_1538406976.jpg?itok=LSB-skKU)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>JJ hadn’t even been sure he was going to do anything for the guys’ “win” in the competition.  The whole thing felt a little… off kilter to him.  He didn’t mind his own secret getting out.  He’d long since made his peace with his more youthful indiscretions.  I mean, he wasn’t<em>still</em>letting that cougar into his pants for money, after all.  One year of that was enough.<br/><br/>But some of those other secrets?  Jesus Christ on a piece of toast.  He actively felt bad for Devon.  Mark had been torn up about Elsa’s reaction to his, as well, though the conversation the two of them had just before he headed to the cocktail bar for lunch seemed to put some of that to rest.  Then all the drama with who was kissing who and why… yikes.  For a hot minute he even regretted teasing Grace, but that passed.  That water was firmly under the bridge. He hoped, anyway.<br/><br/>After he and Mark had finished talking, he considered sitting back at the Villa, dodging the producers as they chivvied him to go collect his “winnings”, and trying to get to know some more of his fellow Islanders.  But ultimately he figured he could use a beer.  A<em><strong>real</strong></em>beer.<br/><br/>So JJ decided to take lunch at the cocktail bar.  He informed the producers, took the short ride in the Jeep, and was dropped off just outside the bar in a small plaza.  The heat bore down on him like a physical force, but he saw the locals walking around like it was nothing and shook his head in amazement at what the human body could get used to.<br/><br/><em>“Beer and water, then,”</em>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>When he walked in he saw Logan immediately, sitting at the bar and eating what looked to be a pizza.  If he hadn’t seen someone in the plaza eating a delicious looking meat pie, he might’ve been tempted to order the same thing, but that pie had looked delectable.<br/><br/>JJ flagged the bartender down, ordered the meat pie (“panades”, he was told after some back and forth in his rusty Spanish), and told the tender to give him a pint of whatever was on tap that went well with the panades.  Once he was sure his order was in, he sat down next to Logan to wait for it.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey… Logan, isn’t it?  It’s been a minute.”</strong><br/><br/>One corner of his mouth quirked slightly.<br/><br/><strong>“Getting away from the fuckery for a bit?”<br/></strong>