<div class="floatleft"> (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v432/ris16/bef6ec79-504c-4a91-84c0-27b20617ec36_zps6f3a2b47.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Tara Murdock<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Dodger, Mac, Peyton, Phil, Open<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Common Room<br/><strong>Warning: </strong>A teensy bit a cursing.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Tara stuck her tongue out at Dodger as her natural response to his comment on “his” coffee. She followed with a cheerful, albeit sleepy grin and reached a hand up, fingers digging into her tousled hair as she stretched, “I’m Tara,” she said, by way of introduction, turning slightly as Peyton entered and offered a partial salute in return greeting.<br/><br/>“Mornin’” she drawled, then half yawned before she took her first sip of coffee. It was heaven, she decided, feeling it burn down her throat. She settled into a chair in the common room to watch the comings and goings of the students. She let her eyes rove over the three men in the room, allowing her gaze to linger on each of them appreciatively. No harm in looking, right? The guys on the football team were always enjoyable to look at (Thank Coach Phil for that), and the lazy ease of Dodger was unique and intriguing in a way.<br/><br/>She lifted her hand up to take another sip of her coffee when the door crashed open and the recognizable voice of Coach Phil shattered the relative peace of the morning, as well as causing her to startle and slosh her coffee into her lap.<br/><br/>“Ow! Son of a bitch!” she cursed, standing up quickly and brushing the scalding coffee off her legs.<br/><br/>She glared at the door, which was already empty of the Coach, she wouldn’t have had the nerve to actually look at him like that, face to face.<br/>