<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/07b3b218e3c7ec1d98c8d96d512301e7/tumblr_n0ku4ksXaB1tsq9keo1_1280.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Nuclear Potluck (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/eb/a2/86/eba28698bdab916ef29589ab92e8a8b6.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content</strong>: House Burning!<br/><br/>She grinned at his apparent confusion, and she skipped through the door without seeming to notice his unenthusiastic greeting.  "Taegan...in case you don't remember.  It's not like we had a deep, intimate chat like it was something off the Hallmark channel.  You're Terry.  I remember, 'cause of Crews.  And<em>no</em>that's<em>not</em>racist.  I'm like one-eighth Cherokee, which means I<em>can't</em>be racist."  Her smirk could have been taken for self-importance or amusement, depending on whether one was inclined to take her words at face-value or assume a heavy dose of irony.  She didn't seem inclined to clarify it, either way.<br/><br/>"Oh, yum.  Shitty pizza's my favorite, right after cold fries and right before liver."  She snickered and followed him into the kitchen, where she could unceremoniously drop the plate of cookies on the island, before hopping up to sit on a stool, or convenient countertop, whichever was closest.  "Cookies.  Peanut butter dark chocolate chunk and oatmeal with dried cherries, Greek yogurt chips and almonds, so hopefully you're not allergic to nuts."  She peered around the kitchen as she swung her feet, then glanced back at him with a grin.<br/><br/>"Dude, I so did<em>not</em>expect to catch you in your boxers looking and sounding like you just rolled off the wrong side of a hang-over.  Late night?  Even<em>I've</em>been up for a couple of hours, and took the time to get dressed up all pretty to officially invite you to the neighborhood all proper-like."  Her smirk widened and she rocked a bit, leaning forward to eye his crotch in the boxers openly.  "Still...Can't complain.  If i'm gonna be looking at a dude in his boxers, you're a better option than most of the other dudes under forty in the neighborhood."