<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Awwwkwaaaard....<br/><hr/><br/><em>So you’re a prostitute?</em><br/><br/>Silky winced. Her shoulder's slumped with... relief? She looked up at Wyatt with a rueful smile. "Well, that's not usually how I think of it, but yea, that's probably the easiest way to describe it." She shrugged. Really, Silky actually seemed more relaxed now that the truth was out. In hindsight, maybe she'd wanted to give herself away. It was a more comforting possibility than the thought that she had suddenly become terrible at lying.<em>'Too tired for bullshit...'</em><br/><br/><em>I’ll get y-you a r-refill,</em><br/><br/>"Thanks..." Silky stared into her coffee while he was gone, trying and failing to think of her next move. When Wyatt returned, he found Silky half asleep, her eyes closed and her head drooping towards the table.<br/><br/>She jerked slightly as the plate hit the table in front of her. "Wuh?" Silky blinked and shook her head. "Shit sorry. Umm, I didn't order..." She trailed off as Wyatt mentioned it was on the house. "Oh, uh, thanks?"<br/><br/>Silky eyed Wyatt suspiciously from across the dining area and poured maple syrup over her plate until the entire meal was swimming in a shallow puddle of liquid sugar.<em>'Did I hook him?'</em>she asked herself as she chewed on a piece of bacon.<em>'Nah, they can't prepare food that fast, so this was already ordered. Plus he's totally weirded out. Way to slut it up Silky.'</em><br/><br/>Silky continued contemplating Wyatt's possible motivations as she ate.<em>'Maybe he called Tac 6 and this is his way to keep me here?'</em><br/><br/><em>'That's stupid. You already wanted to stay here. Literally the only thing he had to do to keep you here is not throw you out.' </em><br/><br/><em>'Sure, but <strong>he</strong> might not have thought of that!'</em><br/><br/><em>'You're being paranoid. Shut up and eat your eggs.'</em><br/><br/><em>'Ok, one, they <strong>are </strong>out to get me, and two, I don't like eggs.'</em><br/><br/><em>'That's why you covered them in syrup stupid.'</em><br/><br/>Silky continued to eat, managing to only throw a few confused glances at Wyatt in the process.