<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/KVC11AV.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Suzanne Wilder<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS598-7117<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>18 / Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Sorcery 101<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library After Midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Truth or Dare-ers<hr/><br/><em>That</em>had escalated quickly.<br/><br/>Suzanne's fingers lingered over the tea rose stick, caught a little bit by surprise by just how direct Angel's dare to Lakresha had been.  There was a brief moment of doubt as to whether or not she wanted to linger here... sure, she'd heard of getting your exploration and experimentation and all that stuff in college when she was younger, but the idea had been mostly just naughty words strung together by teenagers talking over the internet.  Here, at Gamma Rho Lambda, though, it was clearly a thing that happened.  And Suzanne wasn't sure what she felt about that!  She'd never really thought of herself as in to girls.  But then again, maybe she'd just not met the right one?  Which was possible.  Too many of the girls back home were Churchy where Suzanne definitely wasn't.  Not anymore, anyway.  And sure, she knew about lesbianism, but it had always just been... well, the nice couple down the way who she babysat for every once in a while.<br/><br/>But she also hadn't seriously thought about dating -anyone- since... then, either.  Maybe she was just straight by default?  And maybe getting to know girl power meant being willing to get to know girls.<br/><br/>She picked up the lipstick, popped it open, and after giving it an eyeball to determine where and how exactly it had been used before, painted her lips with a smooth, practiced motion.  There was an element of the ceremonial to the ritual.  War paint, maybe.  Suzanne cracked a smile at that thought and recapped the tube, placing it respectfully among Lakresha's 'gifts,' and scooted back to watch exactly how they decided to get this going again.<br/><br/>