<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Eames Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clark | Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Don't give her ideas...<hr/>The drive was short enough that Desiree behaved herself. That was to say she didn't put any extra effort into teasing Clark or trying to draw his attention beyond his initial indulgence. She knew what she looked like, and yes, she liked that Clark recognized what was right in front of him, but her vanity was not so enormous that it required near constant maintenance. Which was why she was perfectly at ease once they picked out a parking spot and pulled up. She even let Clark open the door for her and help her out without any comment on the act.<br/><br/>"Loud as fuck, damn." She winced and was already wondering how long it could possibly last. She could appreciate the sheer balls it took to challenge Mr. HoA himself so directly and if that was the main objective then bravo, but if this shit was supposed to last more than... oh she'd give it an hour unless someone else intervened, then they were headed in the wrong direction. Still, despite the scent of teenaged hormones wafting rather strongly on the breeze, Desi fell into step beside Clark after he'd gathered of his offering to the party gods.<br/><br/>"Oh sweetie, no. We've discussed this. Nothing will make you look any less the adorable nerd you are. You'll just look like a damn lucky one is all." She was laughing as they headed to the door and stepped into fray though it died quickly enough as her nose crinkled over the scene before her.<br/><br/>This was so not her scene. Desi could get hella wild when she was so inclined but there was something about this party and the host of largely familiar, if not exactly well known, faces that closed the door on that idea before it could even begin to peek out. She'd have to be watch herself which was... well, boring.<br/><br/>"Copper? I hope you know... I'm starting a clock... now." Which meant if something didn't change quickly, she was getting the hell out, with or without him. Which was not a threat as they were not actually attached at the hip or anything. As far as she could tell though most of the attention was being directed toward a specific something or other. Desi could not see who or what just yet but for the moment she figured she was probably safer where she was. Or actually, a drink, she needed a drink.