<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/8d18d37f0580cbb0fef3857cd4b2710e/tumblr_nge2oxr5yN1qjbi1bo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218070.msg10721879#msg10721879)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Dining Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicole (Mentioned), Sparx<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>PolyVore (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=142741789)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Taking Stock<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An iPhone had been pulled from the pocket of her jacket, and soon Morgan quickly found herself lost to the scene around her as her eyes scanned over the various postings and ads on the car trading site.  With a lazy swipe of her thumb, she was intent on keeping herself entertained, while what seemed like the rest of the party would begin to show up.<br/><br/>The sudden opening of the door to the room caught Morgan's attention for a moment.  Dark eyes lifted from the screen in her hand to take in the sight of the oddly dressed man.  It took everything she had to bite back an amused chuckle at the ensemble he wore, as if he had stepped out of some sort of time machine.  Even in the dated attire, he seemed a little more dressed for the formal occasion than she was, she had to admit, which kept her mouth shut as she turned her gaze and attentions back to the phone screen in her lap.<br/><br/>Morgan had begun to re-immerse herself back into the site she was reading when the words of both Nicole and Sparx caught her attention.  Before she could respond to the slight attempt at conversation by the awkward guy beside her, Ms. French spoke up, offering a hand to introduce herself.<br/><br/>“I hope so.  I don't know how else I'd be able to afford a banging coat like that next time I go shopping.” She said, a faint trace of a smirk across her lips as she went back to the auto trading website.