<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/jwmzB2Q.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Lance Colt<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Izzy's Door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>: Adidas sweatsuit, T-shirt, Samsung Galaxy Watch 4 and shoes<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Anyone<br/><hr/>A tall black man sat in a comfortable leather seat as the BMW pulled to a stop at the end of the drive. Mirrorshades reflected the large mansion he was about to enter. He took them off and put them in the center console. Additionally, he put his S21 Ultra in the console as well. He closed the cover while his driver walked around and opened the door. This man slid out of the car, rising to his feet gracefully. He did not say anything to the woman as he exited the vehicle going around to its trunk. Out of the trunk, he pulled a large box filled with a dozen different liquor bottles. Each one was a selection that he had not tried. The man did not intend to blackout, but he at least wanted to taste each one.<br/><br/>Rather than a business suit instead, he dressed in a blue and white Addidas branded sweatsuit. Beneath the hooded top, he wore an Addidas branded shirt as well. It fit him comfortably with just enough slack to move easily but enough tightness that anyone glancing at him could see that he was fit and defined. He put stock into exercising his body and using that to allow him to enjoy more of life. Thus the box was not too heavy in his arms but heavy enough that it would restrict what he could do with them.<br/><br/>His driver took her place in the car, revving the engine to showcase the cacophonous beast that rumbled within the confines of the hood. Quickly the car then sped off down the drive. He paused, turning to watch it go while other cars waited to enter. Certainly, other cars had to be jealous of his little chimera. He hated to see it go, but he loved to watch it leave. And, of course, his driver knew this all too well. So she went fast, to tease him.<br/><br/>A quick turn away from the drive brought his attention to the house. Before Izabel bought the house, her father had shown it to him. Like any good real estate agent, he remembered the general layout, prominent features, and market value. While his opinion did not fully matter, he had signed off on this being a good deal. Izabel might know this; she might not.<br/><br/>The tall man stood before the front door, where he rapped his hand against the fine wood. The pounding was not hard enough to damage anything but enough that they could hear him beyond the foyer. A doorbell was there, but he ignored it, preferring to see how close they were to the door. Maybe he arrived too early; only time was going to tell him that. For now, he waited at the door respectfully, wondering just what was going to occur to him this evening. He hoped for an eve of merriment and different pleasures. He did not expect that Izabel or any of her friends would disappoint him, just as he had no intention of disappointing them either.