<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Persuasion.<br/><br/>A wicked smirk creeped in as Clark saw the tiniest bit of off-balance at using her full name. He silently thanked his Mum for that trick, though usually it was just used to express how deep shit he was in. "It is appreciated, Des. Can you imagine if I'd hit sixteen only seeing Vi's tits?" He shook his head, laughing. Desiree might not know quite how cavalier his mum was about covering up at home, at least Clark hoped so, it would be a wicked weapon in to add to her arsenal. "Of course, I didn't only<em>see</em>yours. So, thanks twice I guess?"<br/><br/>"Yup, as always it's all my fault. However will the perfect girl of the Pines cope?" A snort of derision neatly undercut any seriousness to that line. He pretended to ponder, as if tallying an actual scoreboard. "Oh, I don't know. You had the scorebook last. Or did you leave it at your job at the strip club you need a lift to?" He paused, frowned. "No, you are right. Window has passed. Damn it. Sounded much better in my head." Some of it was that Clark usually lacked the pure snark to push the line through at the right time. Part of it was he learnt it was generally better not to get one over on Desiree too often. Difficult as that was.<br/><br/>"An unspecified favour, hmmm?" Clark twisted in his seat to watch Desi closer, a flash of honest concern and worry as to her plan. He spent a few seconds weighing it up before sinking back into the driver's seat. "Fuck it. Sure. You need to get changed or anything? Wear something so you are only the hottest chica there by like, a foot instead of a mile?" A bit of humour slipped back in with a wink.