<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/><em>“Are you ok?”</em><br/><br/>“I’m fine, really,” Jackie smiled brightly, a touch too brightly “Just about to die from embarrassment.”<br/><br/>She quickly took her offer of a seat and slide in next to the blonde. She just as quickly took the hand when offered. Jasmine? Was the girls name Jasmine? She didn’t know. Marc had said the name quickly, and shoved the picture into her hand. Who the hell knew anyway? She could be going incognito tonight. Would explain the lack of admiring followers.<br/><br/>“I’m Clare,” she told her. It had taken Jackie a week to pick her name, practicing one rich bitch persona after another in front of Marc. He had said that he would have liked any of them to choke on his cock. She had rolled her eyes before giving in to his lusty demands. Afterwards he had played with her hair and said that Clare gave the best head. So here she was playing new money, the self-possessed and sweet Clare. A girl who couldn’t hold her liquor but no one would question giving a drunken friend a hand.<br/><br/>“I am so sorry about this,” she said, gesturing to the sticky table, “Let me buy you another drink.”<br/>