<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>On the Run, Not so Fun<br/><hr/><br/>"Thanks." Silky took the coffee and dumped enough creme and sugar into the cup until it was nearly overflowing. She gave Wyatt a bit of side-eye as he awkwardly introduced himself. "Silky." She replied.<br/><br/>Silky took a gulp of the coffee, then backfilled the cup with more creme and sugar. Of course it didn't have anything to do with flavor. It was just a way to pack more fats and calories into the beverage. Given enough time, she might even be able to stash some for later. She didn't like storing liquids like that. It took more concentration than other things to make sure it got it's own pocket, and bringing them up from the hollow-space then back down to her actual stomach was too much like swallowing her own vomit. None the less, she was getting better at it, and it beat starving in the cold.<br/><br/>After her second gulp of coffee flavored half-and-half, she noticed that Wyatt was still there.<em>'Great.'</em>she thought ruefully to herself. The question was, of course,<em>why</em>was he hanging around? Was it because he was watching her for an excuse to toss her out?<em>'Probably not... Looks both too awkward and earnest for that...'</em>Did he think she was cute? Silky was pretty gross right now, but her tits were big enough that even two sweaters couldn't hide it, and her lips were undeniably made for kissing... and other things... Maybe he was just bored enough that he forgot the waiter wasn't supposed to hang around the table? So long as it wasn't the first one, it was really to her benefit. If she could be interesting conversation, she could stay inside longer.<br/><br/>"So, uh..." Silky started lamely. "Do you live around here?"<br/><br/><em>'Shit! That was a stupid fucking question! HI GUY! DO YOU HAVE A HOME I COULD MURDER YOU AND SQUAT IN?! Real fuckin ace Silky.'</em><br/><br/>"I mean, uh, I was just wondering what kinds of things there were to do around here. I'm here because... um, a work thing." She obviously lied.<br/><br/><em>'Good fucking grief Silky. You <strong>are</strong> frozen and starving. That was goddamn pathetic!'</em><br/><br/>Silky took another gulp of 'coffee' to cover her embarrassment.