<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Micing drinks</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He grinned at her and couldn't help himself. "You should not say things like that Madam President. It only makes us want to keep giving things to you." he said, and then offered with a sly smile. "Would you like another drink?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Does it?" An eyebrow raised as she purred toward him; taking the drink, her fingers sliding along his hand, and took a sip.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He pulls Tim and Josh towards the house. "Excuse us for just a second Mrs. St. Clair. My boy Tim got no love and 4 muses are leaving my friend Josh with a semi. We're going to go make THEM a drink so Tim can get in the game, and Josh can possibly get a little more acclimated to Ms. Yummi." He pauses. "Wait!!! I'll bet YOU know how to make a drink that makes panties melt off! Now maybe...just maybe...if you were so inclined you could help my brothers out!!! If you do this I feel the cosmic rewards, karma, and all that shit would be substantial." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yvonne chuckled slightly and sloshed back the res of the drink and licking her lips, placing the silo cup down and following the clearly tipsy/drunk young boys to the kitchen. When Josh almost crashed down, she somewhat caught him. Her large pillow soft breasts where pressed against his arm as she stabilized him. "I think he might need to sit down...maybe even some coffee and maybe some food," she almost whispered in Josh's ear.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Indignation was replaced by a forlorn pout and he looked back at Yvonne with the biggest, saddest puppy dog stare the German could muster. "It is true. We need a great deal of your wisdom and guidance."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yvonne tisked softly, her hand going to the German's face and rubbed her index finger along his jaw. "You don't need to make such sweet puppy eyes at me to ask for help," she chuckled slightly and went with the boys into the kitchen.