<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/3df19d18.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Claire Tang</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Nurse<br/>Apartment Loft, open dining room<br/>Tags: Alisa, Allison, Amanda, Ashley (Not really)</span><br/><hr/><br/>Claire reached up to touch her cheek as soon as Alisa had mentioned how much she had to drink. There was a bit of heat there, which really shouldn't have surprised her as much as it seemed to. It didn't take much to get the half-Asian girl to redden up from alcohol - a sip or two (in this case, several) was enough. She kept touching her cheeks with both hands, only stopping when Allison strolled up beside the two of them, looking a little dejected. Ally had one of those faces where anything but happiness and contentment looked wrong and out of place.<br/><br/>Nodding in agreement with Alisa was all that Claire could muster as a response at first. She was just forgetting her little bout of jealousy when the thoughts came rolling to the front of her mind again. She made a point to keep looking at her two friends and not make her gaze wander over to the man who's apparently causing trouble in the female ranks in the crew. In drunk courage, Claire suddenly thought that Taras is an adult and if he wants something, he will reach out for it. Whether it's Allison or herself, it made no difference anymore. Emotions are STUPID!<br/><br/>As a blind zombie reaction, Claire simply followed Alisa as she walked over the grill without even thinking about it. She wore another weak smile at her drunk revelation, going as far as to take another sip of her drink to make the feeling last a bit longer. The young woman watched Alisa work, only remembering the conversation they were having as soon as the meat hit the grill.<br/><br/>"Oooh, yeah! Shopping would be sick. I could get a nice summer dress for the race or something." Claire shot a glance at Alisa, hoping her mention of a dress would cause a rise in the girl. It was well known fact that she would sooner walk around buck naked than wear a dress involuntarily. She couldn't help but laugh, though, giving away the ruse. "Well, fine, no dress. I should get something for the occasion though, huh? I might even get to be the girl who waves the flag if I doll up enough."<br/><br/>That one was a half joke.