Er0tique: A reality show [open]

[Masume]

The story: 10 lucky men and women have been sent off to a remote Caribbean Island. What are they here for? It’s simple, they will be forced to live with one another and set up in the most romantic and erotic settings.

Day one overlook: The guests will arrive at their home., the Adam & Eve Hotel and will be asked to partner up with one other person who they will share their first night with. What happens is up them.

Note: I want this to be multi-player based. If this is popular there doesn’t have to be just 10 players. I wanna see sex, drama and violence.

Character Sheet

Name: Chantelle O’Malley
Age: 21
Profession: Hair Stylist and Dancer
Describes herself as: A stubborn, out-spoken bitch. And she wouldn’t change a damn thing about herself.
Looks: Jet-black hair with a few pink streaks, she changes it up at least one every two weeks. It depends on her mood. Wears clothes that purposely show off her best attributes the large tits she’s proud she never had to buy. All genes. She never wears skirts, but she’s always in something super skin tight.
Why she decided to do reality TV: The world has yet to witness her beauty and intelligence. This was the best way to give the public some decent entertainment for a change.


Host:
Name: Kelli Valentine
Profession Host: The Host of Erotique/Model
Describes herself as: Spunky, non-materialistic and intelligent. She loves her job, her life and the people around her.
Looks: She’s a luxurious blond, tall and slim. She stands at about 5’8” with legs that go on forever. Her eyes a mixture of blue and green. And her breasts are medium size, but have never failed to impress.
Why she decided to do reality TV: To be successful in her given profession she needs to get her face out there. Modeling is great but she wants to try her hand at acting. So she decided to start out by hosting Erotique.

I'll be posting in a little while. Feel free to join.

 

[GentLi]

Jean-Michael Bedeau

This could be fun. I'm in.

Name: Jean-Michael Bedeau
Age: 27
Profession: Co-founder of the eco-friendly nonprofit group, Earth's a Timeshare
Describes himself as: A sensitive and outgoing vegan. He loves the outdoors and can't sleep at night unless he feels he's accomplished something that day.
Looks: 6'4" with a slim but very toned build. Blue eyes and spiky blond hair. His wardrobe is full of earthtones and active wear, natural and animal-friendly materials. He's got multiple piercings including his ears, eyebrows, and nipples.
Why she decided to do reality TV: To raise awareness of his organization and it's goals.

 

[cobrasangel]

Name: Heather Shelby
Age: 24
Profession: Part/time manager at a bookstore and student at the university.
Looks: Dark brown wavy hair past shoulders...Wears glasses for reading...hides behind her bookworm look...but inside has a high sex drive, but rarely shows it...Large breasts and likes to keep them hidden. Wears mostly jeans and sweatshirts.
Why she decided to do reality TV: Was dared by a friend to do it and didnt think she would be accepted. Wants to become a writer and thought what better ideas could come from being placed into a reality show. Wants to come out of her shell both socially and sexually.

 

[Masume]

DAY ONE: Getting Aquanited

Chantelle O’Malley was terrified of the water, though her expression was emotionless. Emotions were a weakness and she would rather be hung by her nipples than ever, ever admit to any of her fears. She sat stiff and alert, secretly gripping the fabric of her lifejacket as the jet boat sailed over the turquoise waters around her. If she wasn’t concentrating so hard on not flipping overboard, she could have enjoyed the fantastic view of the island in front of her.

I can do that on land.

“We’re here!” Chantelle scrambled quickly out of the boat; exhaling a deep sigh once her feet touched the warm sand. Thank God, she thought silently to herself. Ever since she was a kid, she had a fear of water, ironic she be sent off to an island surrounded by the stuff. The stocky captain of the small boat sent her a wide grin before he set off once again to pick up the other guests.

She was alone and obviously the first person to arrive. The details of this show had been short but enough for her to know this wasn’t just about living with a few people for a few weeks. The place wasn’t called Erotique just for show. She was sure something ultra naughty would be cooked up for them. And if it wasn’t she would simply take matters into her own hands.

Only a few minutes out in the blazing sun and already her caramel coloured skin was coated in a thin sheet of sweat. She glistened and suddenly remembered she forgot her sunscreen.

“Fuck.” She muttered a loud. She was never used to traveling light but she followed directions. They had better been providing them with a supply or someone would pay. She wore white hip hugging capri's and a powder pink halter top. Even if that, she still felt as though she would melt.

Her dark hair was blown around in all directions thanks to the gusting wind . She only prayed there were no traces of sand among her locks, her friends at the salon would have a fit.

Shielding her eyes with her hands, she began her walk to the magnificent hotel before her. If it looked this good on the outside, she could only imagine the inside. A stone path started where the sandy beach ended. A rose garden dotted the front courtyard.

“Welcome to your paradise!”

Engulfed in the hotel, Chantelle hardly noticed the long legged woman approach her.

“Hey,” She smiled a small smile, shaking the extended hand of the woman. “You’re the host right?”

“Sure am. The others should be arriving shortly. Your Chantelle am I right?”

“The one and only.’” Chantelle grinned, letting go of the host’s hand. “I suppose any details about our day will have to wait until the others make their grand entrance.”

The woman placed her hands on wide hips. “You suppose correctly.” She replied.

Chantelle tilted her head to the side, hazel eyes looked out to the sea, searching for any sign of the little boat. “Well they better hurry up.”

 

[GentLi]

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[scribe_m]

Name: Anton Sybian
Age: 26
Profession: Up and coming actor and singer
Describes himself as: Suave, debonair, and looking for a good hair stylist.
Looks: Light brown hair, well-tanned body. Prefers loose fitting low-neck t-shirts showing off his frame during the day. In the evening, wears jackets and shorts -- and nothing else.
Why she decided to do reality TV: To promote his fledgling career and whip up a bit of scandal.

BTW, Since we have a "host", I think it would be great for you to make up events and challenges. Writers and readers on this thread could PM you suggestions...!


Scribe.

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

Name: Kyle Syban
Age: 26
Profession: Drummer in an up and coming Rock Band ("Meltdown Bangers")
Looks: 6'2" 200 lbs, of well toned muscles and hard rock six-pack abs. Stays extremely fit due to an active lifestyle, not having to work at it. Tribal tattoos on both arms, matching crescent moons with naked ladies dangling from them facing each other, on each shoulder blade. Short blonde hair cut short just above crew cut length. Big brown eyes. Clothing usually consists of muscle shirts (he calls 'em wife beaters), and baggy cargo pants or shorts, and well worn sneakers. He is also very active in Extreme Sports (surf, skate, and snow boarding, along with BMX, and Motocross).
Why He Decided To Do Reality TV: It would either promote his band for future record deals, or at least get him into a well known band as their drummer. Plus, he liked the idea of surfing in the surrounding ocean.

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Kyle rode the boat in, standing next to the captain, talking to him the entire way in. That's what he was good at ... talking! He always found it easy to talk, though he wasn't well polished. He always told it like it was, and most people liked him for that ... no games, just honest and straight, even though it cost him some friendships, namely his last girlfriend, Melissa. He was asking about the waves and when they kicked in, having him point out the good spots along the coastline where the breaks were best. even though the producers told them to bring the bare essentials, Kyle brought his boards. They were essential to him; his surfboard and his skateboard! It was a great outlet for his excess energy, his school counselors encouraged, given his apparent ADD.

Pulling onto the island, Kyle thanked the boat captain for the tips and for his pleasant company. He threw the duffel bag stuffed with his clothing over his right shoulder, hoisted the surfboard on the same shoulder, and the skateboard in his right hand. Alighting from the boat, he tossed the skateboard down and rolled down the pier to the sand, kicking the board smoothly back up into his hand. He walked through the sand and to the rock lined path. The surrounding scenery didn't affect him any. The only scenery he was concerned with were sand, ocean, and women, and not necessarily in that order! He tossed the board back down and zigged back and forth along the path until he ran into Kelli.

Again with practiced ease, he stopped, and kicked the board back up into his hand. "You must be Kelly, the host?" When she acknowledged, he unloaded all his personal gear and shook her hand, unintentionally squeezing it tightly, it was a habit, gripping the drumsticks all the time. "Kyle. Kyle Syban. Nice to put a great face with a name. So when do we get started?" Kelly informed that we were waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive, but he could use the time to get situated and explore the island if he wanted, but not to drift too far. "Awesome," he beamed as he gathered up his gear. Just before disappearing to his room he asked, "Maybe you could show me some of the best spots?" He never waited for an answer.

 

[cobrasangel]

Heather

Heather was stunned when she recieved the notice that she was accepted to the reality show. She had not thought that she was of the type of person that they were looking for. But hell she would give it a shot and see where it lead to. Hopefully she was not too plain or bookish to fit in with the others.

The boat ride was fun, the wind and sea spray whipping her hair around and it made her feel more alive thean she had in so long. Seeing the island near she got butterflies in her stomach and they beat wildly around. God , she hoped she wouldn't get so nervous and shy that she lost all her courage to be here. Thanking the boat captain and accepting his hand to help her to the pier she walked slowly towards what looked like the main building...stopping to take in the view. Marveling at the beauty and serenity of this place. It almost immediately put her at ease and settled the butterflies a bit.

She noticed that her attire was not going to work here and she would have to remove her sweatshirt soon as the humidity would kill her if she didn't. A beautiful woman began to walk towards her and Heather tried real hard not to roll her eyes. Thinking that she would not fit in if the other women were this beautiful, no way could she compete agains the likes of them. Hopefully she was only the host and not one of the other contestants.

She greeted the woman who relieved her somewhat by saying yes she was the host Kelly...the one who was so sweet on the phone when she was contacted about her acceptance. Kelly told her to go and check things out and make herself comfortable and that they would be called when the rest arrived. Smiling Heather grabbed her carry on bag and wandered off to look around. Hoping that her shyness would not get the best of her should she come across any of the others.

 

[Lady Reiha]

*sigh*

Name: Reiha Di'Cour
Age: 21
Profession: Mortician/Death Metal Musician( Bassist)
Describes herself as: A lone wolf. Very Mysterious. Does not do well with others. Works fulltime as a Mortician at her family business " Di'Cour Funeral Homes". On her off-time, she plays Bass in a local band " The Gutterdemons".
Looks: short, jet black hair with 2 long strands covering her cheeks. Her eyes shine like Elemeralds, her skin as white as the pale moon. Lips of Ruby red, and a body that could kill millions.Her breasts tiny- but decent, height of only 5'3.
Why she decided to do reality TV: To get over an inner demon; to promote her business(es).


Once ashore, Reiha walked towards the hotel she'd be staying at. *Sigh* she said, looking at her temporary home. Opening the door, and stepping inside, a heart-wrenching feeling overcame her. She was not going to like this, and she knew deep down, she was not coming out pure.Walking around the main hallway, she notices that noone is around. " Funny" she ponders, continuing to explore her surroundings closely, before walking into a man clumsily. " Sorry", Reiha mumbles, resuming her walk, flushed.

 

[scribe_m]

“Fuck.”

"I believe that will happen soon enough," smiled Anton. Anton stepped through the water, his loud Hawaiian shirt breezing in the wind. He had worn it loosely, showing off his bronzed skin and lean muscles. "My apologies, but I do believe we are being filmed as we speak, and I wouldn't want the slip of a word preventing them from seeing your best side." His legs were wet with brine, sticking his loose pants on his body. "Here, let me take your packages." Holding out some necessary sunscreen, he smiled, "You may carry mine." Anton, of course, carried both Chantelle's minimal carryon, and his as well. And when they met the hostess, Anton smiled again. "Ah, our lovely host. Are we all here? I am eager to start."

OOC: "And I brought baby oil, too!"

OOC: Suggested event: "Get Acquainted". Couples are introduced to tonight's quarters, which consist of a one-shower bathroom, and a bedroom that's barely has enough room for a hammock. Only rules are that you may *not* touch yourself. Um... someone can think of a more romantic event, lol.


Scribe.

 

[Lady Reiha]

Reiha

A half hour flew by before Reiha found her designated room. "Finally!" she said,opening the door. Her elemerald eyes sparkling, looking at how her room looked. Her bed looked inviting with the soft burgandy pillows, and black satin duvhey. It had became her gothic sanctuary, and she loved it. Reiha opened her suitcase, taking out her best evening attire. " I wonder where the other's may be?" she wondered, before shrugging her arms, pulling her black KoRn baby tee off, her black, diamond-studded bra, hugging the curves of her perky breasts. Reiha noticed that her curtains were wide open, giving any peeping Tom full access to her room and her changing. Covering herself with her tee, she pulls the curtains, catching a glimpse at the others infront of the Hotel. " Dammit!!" said Reiha, quickly dressing. After dressing into a black Kimono with red bows in her hair, Reiha walked downstairs quietly, slipping out the front door to join the rest of the others. " Showtime.." Reiha whispered under her breath, as she walked towards the crowd she was not pleased to see.

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

Kyle spent some time surfing the low calm waves, getting used to the warm water and the feel of the place. He only did a couple of runs, just to take the jitters out of his system. He hustled back up to his room, briefly spotting others milling about.

It was getting close to the *big show*, so he figured it best to shower and change into something a bit more appropriate. He put on a pair of nice fitting, but loose, tan cargo shorts that came down to his knees, and rifled through his tee shirt collection, settling on an extra large (even big on him) KoRn concert series tee shirt. The sleeves came down just to the tips of his tribal band tats, leaving them and his large muscles on full display.

He drummed a syncopated beat on the dresser, followed by a long drum roll, then slammed his hand down hard with a crash. "And now ... the band you've all benn waiting for ... raaahhh!" He made the sound of a million cheering fans as he rushed out the doorway. On his way he saw that others had begun gathering, especially an intriguing lady dressed in a black kimino!

 

[Lady Reiha]

Reiha

Walking towards the group of contestants, Reiha noticed the Host, Kelly. "Hi" mumbled Reiha silently.She was beginning regret entering this show, glaring coldly at the contestants before her. "Great! Fucking tree huggers and prositutes!" Reiha thought, before walking over to a tree, close; but distant.

She leaned against the shady tree, in which she claimed her new-found territory. Reiha took out the last of her ciggarettes, bringing it slowly to her lucious red lips.Flipping her trusty Zippo lighter, encrusted with her religious symbol of Satan, she inhaled deeply, letting the smoke hit the back of her throat.
Exhaling briefly, and watching the pretty smoke designs in the musky air, Reiha noticed a man proudly walking out. Rolling her eyes, taking another drag of her smoke, she caught a glimpse of the shirt that he wore. Reiha smiled weakly at the fact that this individual had some good taste in music; and a smile that caught her attention. Blushing slightly, she looked down, hiding the redness of her cheeks with her long stands of hair. " Don't fall apart Reiha!" she told herself, and she briefly watched the others chatting furiously before taking another deep drag of her ciggarette, and bringing her aluring gaze back down to the sandy ground.

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

The girl in the kimono! there she was by herself, under a tree, smoking a cigarette. that was a magnet for him. It was an honest line every time he used it. If the girl wanted to be a come on line, he'd play along, if not, he'd still play along. He liked to talk! Avoiding the others, he sidled up to the lady in black.

"Excuse me?" He smiled inwardly watching her eyes move from the sand at her feet towards his and slowly raise up till she met his eyes. He knew she had to have seen the entire package and silently wondered if she liked what she saw? "Can I bum a smoke off you? I left mine in the room." He really did! That was the funny thing about it.

He took the offered smoke and slammed the unfiltered end into the heel of his palm repeatedly, over and over again, packing the tobacco leaves nice and tight! He put the cigarette in his mouth and searched his pockets, looking pathetically towards the mysterious girl. It was that common question among smokers, one that never needs to be spoken. Kyle watched as she produced a Zippo with some Satanic carving, flipping the lid, producing a flame from which he could ignite the burning, searing sensation that he craved in the back of his throat. He nodded his thanks as he drew in his first lungful of pleasantl poison, holding his breath as he verbalized his thanks, savoring the warmth for as long as he could. He finally exhaled, letting out a long billowing blast of smoke, forcing it into the breeze blowing away from their direction.

He produced his hand. "Thanks again," he said again, this time his voice clearer and less strained. "Kyle. Kyle Syban." He waited for the unnamed participant to introduce herself to him.

 

[Lady Reiha]

Reiha

Reiha watched the man infront of her, smoking the last few drags of her ciggarette. He had introduced himself as "Kyle". Keeping her cold, Elemerald eyes fixated on him, she softly spoke her name "Reiha". She felt the hairs on her neck stand attention,watching that slow, sly smile approach once again. He was tormenting her, and she wasn't even on this forsaken island for and hour.

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

The words seemed to float from her mouth to his ears ... "Reha"

"Reha?" Kyle inhaled a short drag, quickly letting it escape. "Reha? That's an interesting name. Kinda cool! I like it." He finally caught a glimpse of the emerald eyes that sparkled in the low early evening light. They seemingly captivated him, and held him, unable to move, though just for a moment. "Wish mine was a bit more cool! Oh well."

He offered his hand to her again. "Do you think we should be joining the others? Or would you rather slip away to somewhere more private? I don't see Kelli anywhere around yet! So I'm sure we've got time."

 

[Lady Reiha]

"Reha" he said to her, his voice soothing, but with a hint of nervousness. Reiha shaked slightly, repeating her name once more. "it's Reiha, not Reha", she said softly, like a whisper of a gentle wind. She noticed his eyes fixated on hers, and quickly broke their azuring gaze.Looking down, she noticed his hand outstretched towards her, inviting, yet..cautious. She declined polietly, gaining her bitter courage and stubborness. " I prefer to stay here, go if you want" she said coldly, letting every word hang in the air, frozen. She did not want to lose her purity, by any means nessary, and she knew that Jeff wanted just pussy, nothing more.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

OOC: Hope it isn't too late to join the thread...looks like you could maybe use a few more. If it is too late, let me know.

OOC:

Name: John Pierce
Age: 25
Profession: Comedian/Actor
Looks: He has light brown hair, long enough that it gets in his face, but still short enough to manage. Dark brown eyes that manage to have a sparkle in them the majority of the time. Is about 6 feet tall, and in fairly good shape. He isn't completely ripped, but he still manages to impress. Dresses fairly simply, a few button-down shirts and khakis.
Describes Self as : Laid-back guy, easy to get along with. Will do almsot anythign to get a laugh out of someone.
Why He is doing Reality TV: First of all, for a bit of a vacation. Yeah, it will be work, but it's also fairly relaxing. Secondly, like some others, he figures getting his name out there to even more people will help his career even more.


IC:

John arrived to the island later than the others. as he had some business to finish off before getting on with this "vacation" As his boat pulled up, he saw a few of the other contestants already there and already getting to know one another. He nodded to the captain and shook his hand, thanking him. As he got off the boat, he smiled and stood for a moment, simply soaking in the rays. It felt great to be away from the city, and to get to be at a place so beautiful just made it even better.

He decided not to make that big a deal about his entrance, hoping he could simply slip in without anyone really noticing that he was late. Slowly, he made his way across the beach, towards where the other people were. He made his way to the host and held out his hand.

"Hi, I'm John...you must be....Kelli?"

 

[Lady Reiha]

Reiha looked briefly at the new member of ( so to say) "group". "Not another one..." Reiha mumbled, looking away from the group, and Jeff, and into the distance..

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

ooc: reiha (Name is *Kyle* not *Jeff*)
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ic:
Kyle followed Reiha's eyes peering over his own shoulder to see what she was looking at. He didn't see anything of particular interest, so he turned back to catch her eyes drifting back down to the sand.

Hmm?

"That's cool by me." he inhaled taking a further drag from the half smoked stick. He reached to his side and flicked the ashes into the sand, shuffling his feet to mix the burnt tobacco with the granules of white sand. "So tell me," he continued, pulling back his hand, Reiha not accepting either of his suggestions. "What made you decide to be part of this? Fame, fortune, or meeting the right person?"

 

[cobrasangel]

Heather

Heather had wandered about for a while leaving her bag in her room and replacing her sweatshirt for a t-shirt and a light cover on top of it. She managed to see some of the others and made her way towards them. Taking a deep breath and pushing the shyness down as best as she could she made pleasant introductions and smiled amid her nervousness.
She smiled as the guy with the spiky blonde hair quickly gave them a peck on the cheek. Looking away a little she tried to hide her slight blush.

A short distance away she noticed a young gothic woman by one of the trees in a kimino and hid her smile as she noticed the angsty look on that one's face. A fellow emerged and was speaking with her and you could almost see the crash and burn about to happen. She laughed softly to herself and listened to the others chat among them selves. She watched as the Hawaiian shirt guy was paying close attention to a dark haired woman that
seemed upset and rather put out about something.

Listening closely as they got acquainted she noticed another gentleman walking towards them and ewatched as he made his introduction to Kelli that his name was John, rather tall and light hair and from what she could tell seemed to enjoy his surroundings as the hawaiin shirt guy was.
Her nervousness subsided a little as she became familiar with the others. She could tell which seemed to be welcoming of the locale and the ones that seemed to have been banished here . It would be most interesting to see how the dynamics would work with them all. Having observed people she started to think this would be most fun to see play out.

Heather smiled and nodded at the pleasantries and looked over towards the one in the kimino and wondered why that one would purposely dress in a way to attract attention and yet want to be as far from the rest of us as possible. She also watched as the one with the streaks of pink in her hair seemed not wanting to be mussed up and was trying hard to keep the perfected style of hers as near to the original, despite the random tropical
breezes. Yes this could be fun she grinned to herself.

 

[Masume]

OOC: Had to play a little catch up here. This takes place a few hours later. It is now nighttime at Er0tique.

IC:

Kellie Valentine walked out wearing spiky heeled boots that ended just above the milky porcelain skin of her thighs. She was never nervous talking in front of a crowd. The trick: pretend you are only talking to a group of friends. Works every time. Placing her hands on her hips hugging the fabric of the hot mini skirt she wore she smiled brightly.

Each contestant sat on the luxury plush sofas that faced large windows overlooking the ocean. Front and center stood Kellie as she prepared to address the contestant.

“Welcome to paradise. As you all already know, we are here to achieve one goal. And that is to find love…or at least a very spicy sexual partner. A series of events and tests will happen throughout yours days here at Er0tique. You will be filmed 24 hours a day. Non-stop. The only place the cameras are not allowed is the bathroom and if requested the bedroom as well.”

Stepping closer to the contestants, Kellie’s smile faded slightly. “The varieties of personalities showcased in the first few moments on this island have astounded me. Now on to tonight’s schedule. Tonight you all will not be copped up inside of the hotel you will be outside. A campfire has been set up and you all will be picking teams of three and will venture out into the small ‘forest’ behind the hotel. You will find a tent by following the direction of your given map and your first night will be spent there. In the morning, you will meet back at the campfire site and further instruction will be given. Any questions?”

 

[SparkyMan]

Kyle Syban

"This is awesome," Kyle said to himself, looking at Reiha whom he had convinced to, "just join him," as they made their way into the group meeting. He had only met Reiha and Kellie so far. "They'd make perfect camping mates for me," he surmised. So without hesitation he raised his hand.

Kellie acknowledged him.

"Will you be partaking in this outing, and if so would you like to be on my team?" He could see the flustered looks on the others' faces, both men and women alike, probably upset they hadn't asked first!

 

[Masume]

Kellie blushed furiously but regained her composure quickly. “I will be visiting various groups, throughout the night.” The attention she had been given since the start was greatly appreciated. She winked at Kyle before Chantelle interrupted.

“Could you be anymore desperate?” The one threading to ruin the joy-filled moment was Chantelle she stood up out of her seat. Fully clad in a black bodysuit that ended just below her firm behind. A silver belt with the words “fuck me” dotted the center and hung along her waist.

She walked over to Kellie flashing a wicked smile. “Be sure to stop by mines first sweetheart.” Chantelle directed her gaze to the others sitting behind her.

Her hair was slicked up into a Pompadour Chic style and her make-up was as simple as it usually was. Lip-gloss and eyeliner. Nothing more nothing less. Each female presented their own sexuality; she liked that, as did the men. Still she felt as though it was her duty to stir up trouble. The camping ideas was stellar, being placed in a tent with two others for the night was just her thing.

“So, who thinks they can handle me?”

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

He smiled to himself as Chantelle stood up and started talking.

"You're really great you know that? I mean, you're absolutely right, desperate is just screaming fom these people. As opposed to you that is. I mean, come on, in that outfit, well I'm just positive that you're amish!"

As he finished, a smile flashed across his face and he winked at Chantelle. The last thing he really wanted to do was to make a scene, but he couldn't resist an oppurtunity to make a joke. All he could do right now was hope that Chantelle didn't take his joke too seriously. His gaze moved around to the others, hoping he at least made one person chuckle.