<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9kQzma.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Callista Reed<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong>Evening | St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kate, Violet, Thomas, anyone else<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Casual, belted crepe charmeuse tunic over a short skirt, heels<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Seeing & Being Seen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There were undercurrents in the room that Callista was aware of, even if she didn't yet know the histories.  It was easy to see, in looks, in body languages, even if she was too far away and too much removed from the action to hear the words.  She returned Violet's air kiss with practiced ease, and gave Kate's wrist a more sincere squeeze, warmed by their shared interests and budding friendship.  Her lips twisted into a faintly predatory smile, a casual one that faded quickly, as she turned to look at the young man passing, enjoying the ripple of muscles and the cut of his clothes that enhanced the effect.<em> "I think it might take more than a quarter, but I'm sure something could be worked out.  It would almost certainly be worth seeing, that's for sure."</em><br/><br/>Her tone wasn't catty, more considering, as if she were picturing what, exactly, she might want to bounce off his ass.  Did Jason know him?  It was an idle wonder, and if he didn't, she probably could find some reason he should, or would, but there was plenty of time for that sort of thing.<br/><br/>To Kate, though without excluding Violet, she smiled and nodded.<em>"Absolutely ... Unless we get invited to the party next door.  I could hear the music cranking up on my way in ... if not, we could always arrange our own.  I may need more than a few laps and ice cream after this."    </em><br/><br/>There was still a lot to learn, to start finding her niche here, but it was only a matter of time.  Callista cast a quick curious look toward Alex and the man Vi's nod had indicated, Greg Eames, someone she hadn't met but who got marked in her register as someone to introduce herself to just in case -- even if she was not yet ready to do more than dip her toes into the community's sea of drama.  She raised an eyebrow.<em> "I hope someone fills me in on the story -- it sounds like something that'd go over well with a few drinks."<br/></em><br/>When the dark-haired man sat down close to Kate and spoke to her, Callista waited until a lull in the conversation, and then took the opportunity to offer her hand, and her name.<em>  "Callista.  Callista Reed - I'm Kate's new neighbor.  We just moved in last month."</em><br/><br/>Saying 'we' again sounded funny, and Callista didn't elaborate.  It was often telling to wait and see what people asked, and what they assumed, or if they didn't.<br/><br/>