<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.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>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A little smirk danced across her lips as she listened to, presumably, the owner of the house caution the kids to quiet down, making note of his nickname for James St. Clair.  She didn't hear him come in, or maybe she did and didn't give a fuck, either way she didn't turn from what she was doing until he addressed her.  Her head cocked as she looked over her shoulder with a grin, shiny black hair gathered into waist-length pigtails on either side of her head.  "Curious.  I mean, I'm not above stealing if I find something I want, but at the moment I'm just looking for something interesting."<br/><br/>She rose fluidly as the lights went on and sipped her juice, apparently not the least bit fazed by being caught in the act.  "So, this your place or are you snooping, too?  We could snoop together, if you are.  You cover a lot more ground that way and there are hiding places you might think of that I would miss."  She sauntered over and perched on the end of his bed, crossing her legs and kicking her top foot as she watched him thoughtfully with a grin.<br/><br/>"Of course, if this<em>is</em>your place, you could just tell me where all the interesting things are hidden and save me a lot of time and trouble."  She flashed him a wider grin and canted her head, leaning back on one hand as if she owned the place.  The white top, something between schoolgirl and straight-jacket, did nothing to hide her figure...though her chest was rather small, especially compared to the woman downstairs.  Still, she didn't have to wear a bra and the small breasts suited her soft, supple, petite frame in a way large breasts wouldn't.  Her bare legs, exposed between the hem of her tweed miniskirt and the tops of her thigh-high socks, were velvety and inviting.  She looked both delicious and dangerous...like a poisonous berry.