<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alexandra Vale</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corbin McCree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Snark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>One glance.  One side look.  One little glimpse of the man was all that Alex afforded her ex husband.  She didn't dare let her eyes linger upon him, did not desire to give him any more attention than that.  The last thing she needed was another little fight between the two of them out in the open, and for that she was thankful she abstained from the liquid courage.<br/><br/>But still though...  From that one glance, she had to admit, the bastard still looked<em>good</em>.<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to her unexpected companion, allowing a widening of the smile upon her face as she felt his hand upon her knee as he talked close to her.  “Well, I'm sure we could have our own little H.O.A. Meeting later.” She said, before leaning in a little bit closer to  avoid the little gossips from hearing.   “A head-or-ass meeting.”<br/><br/>Alex pulled back.  “That's if you're not busy 'expanding your business' in other peoples' pools.”<br/><br/>Her eyes looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces and unfamiliar faces.  “They're not mandatory, but if you'd rather not be caught off guard by new restrictions or rules about what color you can paint your shutters or what times you can water your lawn.” Alex remarked, her eyes wandering about the room, purposefully avoiding her ex.  “It's all bullshit.”