Bianca & Justin
His eyebrows rose at the mention of his name. The young woman's voice sounded somewhat familiar, but amid the noise of the room, he couldn't quite put his finger on who it might be. At the very least, it was someone who knew him. Had he slept with them already? Not that it mattered, as she was adorable and he certainly wouldn't mind doing so again, if that were the case...
He stepped forward and leaned in, his free hand lifting to press against the wall above her as the other hand dangled the lei before her eyes. "Just a hula outfit. It's a dance where they tell a story with their bodies... kind of poetic, when you think about it." He leered.