<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/3df19d18.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Claire Tang</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Nurse<br/>Apartment Loft, open dining room<br/>Tags: Alisa, Allison, Piper, Adriano, Taras </span><br/><hr/><br/>Claire shot Ally a faux-death stare, playing at being hurt by the younger girl commenting on her state. The glare was quickly turned skyward, the half-Asian touching a cheek again with the back of her free hand. "Yeah yeah yeah, that sounds about right, actually." She laughed in her usual cheerfulness and somehow took it to another level when Ally commented on her being a race girl. "You're right about that, too. I'd hate to get comfortable and just do that for the rest of my life!"<br/><br/>Sipping at her drink, Claire almost lost it when Ally poked fun at Alisa. It was easy for everyone to tease each other without fear of consequence. Hopefully it stayed that way when the drinks start to get poured more liberally. It's been a while since Claire had drank, given her schedule, and in truth it was hitting her a little harder than she'd like to admit. She'll be at her worst when she starts talking far too much, solely in whispers, gossiping about this guy and that girl until she eventually just wants to cuddle up with someone and sleep.<br/><br/>Shaking her plastic cup about in the air, listening to the ice spin around with no liquid in between them, Claire practically skipped into the kitchen after Piper. She thought to herself why she hasn't just pulled the girl over to her and just talk her ear off, but Piper always tended to be on the move, tonight being no exception. Not bothering to think about it too much, Claire practically slammed her empty cup onto the counter, picked up three of the blonde's mixed drinks between strained fingers and turned to make the slow journey back to the grill.<br/><br/>With occupied hand outstretched, Claire invited any two of the people around her to help themselves to the cups. If no one was eager enough to help themselves, she would just place them on the nearby working table close to the grill. Having just got back to the conversation, she heard Alisa mention Rosha and her brother Christian. Knowing Christian, Claire wasn't too worried about what he was doing. There was no chance he would ever miss an opportunity to have his 'family' together, no less in his own loft. Taras and Adriano touched on the fact that they were running behind schedule, but Claire just scoffed at the idea.<br/><br/>"Not to worry, folks!" Claire nearly shouted out, trying her best to make the point that the two of them would make it back in time hit home. "Well, maybe we should worry if Chris is driving."