<div class="floatleft">(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/142/5/6/18_05_2014__2__by_allexisn-d7jbp5y.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Milena Lebedev<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Mila<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rujio's<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kay, Auggie, Tee, Charlie<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sitting in the booth, keeping up with the conversation.<br/><hr/>Mila snickered at Kay's assumption.<strong>"You know I'm an artist, not a tech guru, right?"</strong>She could likely setup Kay's internet without trouble, but despite using a computer daily and a number of different programs, she wasn't completely confident that a simple modem and router wasn't going to become a headache.<br/><br/>She chuckled at Charlie's joke.  That hadn't been what she meant.  Her cheeks colored slightly, as she remembered the difficulties she had experienced "coming out."  She wished she had some of Charlie's confidence with it.  She still felt like that shy wallflower she'd been back in fifth grade.  She tucked a stray lock behind her ear.<strong>"You look nice,"</strong>she complimented the taller, more fit, and prettier woman.<br/><br/>After giving and receiving hugs, especially the awkwardness she'd felt with Auggie - she barely reached his chest, he was a good ten inches taller - she squished into the booth.  The waitress, Sara, who delivered her grilled chicken Cesar salad and bar-be-que flavored hot wings.  She then took the table's order, picked up the empty martini glass, and asked Mila if she wanted another.<strong>"No, thank you.  I'll do a whiskey and coke, too, please."</strong>When asked if she wanted the same as Charlie, Mila shrugged,<strong>"umm... sure."</strong><br/><br/>Mila watched Sara walk away for a moment before Tee's question stole her attention from the view.<strong>"Yeah, actually.  Can't talk about it, though.  Under a non-disclosure until it's announced at E3.  Even then, we won't be able to say too much."</strong>She then grinned.<strong>"I think you'll like it.  It has a lot of promise."</strong><br/><br/>She leaned back and smiled as she noticed Charlie's and Tee's exchange.  Sitting between the pair, she was fully aware of their flirtation.  She had to admit, she was a bit jelly.  Tee had always been super cute and sweet, and Charlie was just so... Charlie.  The woman was stacked, and kind of made Mila feel somewhat inadequate in her own skin.<br/><br/>Her eyes went back to Auggie as he spoke.  She couldn't help but stare at his hair, and his broad shoulders.<strong>"Did you really just order an Angry Orchard?  Is that even considered alcohol?"</strong>she teased.  For some reason, the thought of a big guy like him drinking some fru-fru hard cider just made her laugh.<strong>"How's business?"</strong>she changed the subject then gestured toward the BBQ wings.<strong>"Sorry, haven't eaten since lunch.  Help yourselves."</strong><br/><br/>Mila unwrapped her silverware set, and began to cut her salad.<strong>"I'm a concept artist for a game developer,"</strong>she told Auggie after everyone else went around and told him what they were doing.<br/><br/>She glanced at Kay,<strong>"you didn't really give yourself much time to get situated.  You're first day is tomorrow and you barely moved in today?"</strong>She wondered how long Kay was going to stick around.  The blonde had ordered water after all.<br/><br/>She took a tiny bite of her salad, aware no one else was eating, but too famished to wait for any other food to arrive.  She covered her mouth as she chewed and regarded whoever was currently talking.<br/><br/><strong>"I still play.  When I have the time,"</strong>she informed the busty blonde.<strong>"Haven't had a chance to play in awhile, though."</strong>She frowned next,<strong>"I'd love to, but my apartment is pretty small."</strong>She confessed.<br/><br/>As Sara came back with their drinks, and a wide smile for Charlie, she placed another martini in front of Mila.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't order this,"</strong>Mila began before the waitress informed her the gentleman at the next table sent it to her.<br/><br/>Mila quickly noted it was the same co-worker who'd bought her the first round.  She gave a polite smile and wave to the older man whose seemed to take fashion advice from Bill Nye - bow tie and all.<br/><br/>She put her hand to her lips, obviously unsure what to do.  It was equally obvious that she wasn't particularly flattered or receptive.