<div class="floatleft">(http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t264/RP_characters_here/Traci_zps78c06cce.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Traci Bradley (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8333989#msg8333989)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Bartender, Crash Victim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parking garage of her apartment building<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>Deciding to flirt<br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>Hook<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Possibly<br/><br/><br/><hr/>"Keys, right. An excellent question. I guess you're stuck with me awhile longer." Offering him a quick smile as she got out of the car stepping aside so that he could close the door.  She didn't go far though.  Instead of making a beeline for the elevator which would take them up to her apartment she stayed there rather shamelessly encroaching on his personal space as she leaned against the hood of the car.<br/><br/>"We actually need the little key fob to call the elevator.  Left pocket.." She kept her hands carefully out of his way leaning back slightly so that he had better access to the before mentioned area.  Her nervousness was rapidly dwindling, well at least the whole 'stranger at her apartment' bit was.  The 'alone with an attractive man' flutter in her stomach was still definitely there. "Have to love building security." Was there a husky undertone to her observation? Probably.<br/><br/>When his fingers once more slid along the worn denim  she held very carefully still her head tilting as she watched him.  "You know ... I never did get my kiss..." Just how long had she been holding that back? He might have made the promise to keep her calm in the ambulance, but this was the first time they were truly alone together when he wasn't responsible for maneuvering a vehicle through busy streets.  Apparently she intended to hold him at his word.