"No, the only reason I gave even texted you is so you have my number.  I'm not some desperate little trollop that you can swoon with that fancy foreign accent.  I never was a big fan of the French.  After all they weren't much help in the war."  She said with a smile as she politely pushed him off of her.  "How old are you anyways?  I'm almost certain that I'm too old for you."  She said as she skillfully worked her way out of his grasp.  "Oh and a few things, 1. I'm not your baby, 2. Carlos is not a jerk he just has a lot on his plate."  She said as she walked over to the Supra.  This was Linda's usual game to see if the guy would chase after her.  That was how she decided if he was worth the time and effort of a relationship.<br/><br/>Amber was trying to not entirely lose her temper as she holed herself up in the changing room of the wearhouse.  She was pissed that she had to pretend tp be grateful towards the man that killed her brother.  He didn't deserve her gratitude, hell he didn't deserve anything but to be put six feet under.  She couldn't stand this stupid game she was having to play in order to accomplish her mission.<br/><br/>Amber looked down at her hand and realized that it was bleeding.  She sighed and realized that any of the vampires would be able to smell her blood and come to see what was going on.  She could only hope that it wasn't Alec, but with her luck it probably would be.  Things just weren't going her way today.  She then realized that she hadn't seen Alisa since the party last night, and hoper that she was okay.