<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FGJX3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eryn Jarret<br/><strong>Location:</strong>From Living Room to the Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Miranda, Tami, Annabelle, Jessy<br/><br/>Eryn felt a bit like a third wheel watching Tascha and Talia. She bit her lip, wondering if they were aware of what they were projecting, and she had to admit she was jealous. Not necessarily of either of them. Tascha was a friend and attractive, and Talia was ...ok, she'd not say no to either of them, but she was also not about to come between them.<br/><br/>Instead, she wandered into the kitchen and watched, leaning against the doorframe.<br/><br/>Miranda was still taking charge not just of everything but of everyone, and no one was challenging her. Eryn did not know whether to be excited or terrified. For now, she settled on fascinated. She only watched for a moment before she moved over to the bar. Sure, she was known for being a hard worker, but she enjoyed an occasional drink on the weekend. Usually nothing too strong and definitely usually overly "girly," but she did not like her alcohol to burn--the slow buzz from drinking a drink that does not taste alcoholic was her preference most of the time.<br/><br/>"Could I get a White Russian?"