<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: Taras</span><br/><hr/><br/>Claire pursed her lips to one side, silently taking stock of where everyone was getting at. No one was really pairing up per se, but there was definitely something in the water that drew the boys and girls into more exclusive, private conversations. Right. Alcohol.<br/><br/>Snapping back to reality, she she caught the scent of the mound of meat that had come off the barbecue and slowly made her way over. Or at least she was going to before she caught sight of Taras and stepped up in front of him, his plate well covered in proteins. Claire craned her neck to look him in the eye with a stuck out tongue, as if to distract him from her stealthy hand reaching to nab a loose nibble from his plate. Not that she noticed at all, but he did well enough to distract himself with his attention firmly held by Allison and Adriano. At the very least she thought she was being funny.<br/><br/>Claire let out a pleased groan, managing to do so while sucking on her thumb and index after popping the bite-sized piece of meat into her mouth. She let out a far more panicked squeal when she had to chase down trail of meat-juice traveling down her forearm with her tongue.<em>'Real sexy, Claire'</em>she thought to herself, looking up again at Taras to see if he picked up on her forgetting how to eat. Either way, she straightened herself up as soon as she could, taking a heavy sip of her drink to wash down the shame.<br/><br/>"Hey Taras," Claire started, realizing that she hadn't said much to him this whole time, aside from yelling at him through the intercom. The girl made a mental note not to mention Chris or Rosha as that would pretty put a damper on this conversation real fast. "Liza outdid herself again. Or maybe the drinks have something to do with it." She offered him a weak smile, then covered it up with the rim of her cup to take another, much smaller sip. As she did, she strained to think of anything else to say. The mixture of her nerves, the alcohol, and the bout of jealousy she had earlier weren't helping her in her attempts to be casual, natural.<br/><br/>She herself wanted to wait for more of the spread to come out and give the others a chance to grab what they wanted to eat, but as Taras seemed set (knowing the way he eats), Claire gestured for him to make his way to the dining table, where she'd no doubt follow.