<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/c2/67/38/c2673854d4348e28c9f3d9199449de1f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | The Ortiz Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bright pink blazer over black corset and jeans + heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Plans for a little treat meet naked boy<hr/>Savannah did her best to inspect the wound on his foot without causing him pain. She wasn't sure how deep it was but it was a bleeder alright. It needed to be properly cleaned and bandaged so that it didn't get infected. Her son had once hid a cut from her and let it get infected... that hadn't been fun at all. He'd only been ten at the time but the memory of it was enough for her to want to be sure that would not be the case here.<br/><br/><em>"Well, I'm over twenty-one, so I'm allowed."</em><br/><br/>He really was trying to earn that pop upside the head, wasn't he? Savannah's look said clearly what she thought of that little tidbit of information. Especially as he went on to reveal how he'd gotten this fun little flesh accessory. Men. Clearly, if he really was from around here, he was new. Hopping fences as if he'd been running from something... only boys in trouble did such things. Obviously there were parts of his story he was leaving out, which wasn't unexpected given the faint scents of alcohol and chlorine that clung to him, but they didn't really matter. Or at least they wouldn't change her next set of actions.<br/><br/>"Next time, do me a favor and use the gate, si?" She patted his leg, noting the way he was looking at her but not thinking much of it. They needed to fix his foot before her mind would ease up on that detail. "Its right over there." She pointed off toward it, just past the pool. "And its not locked." Her daughter--and various visitors--came and went too much to make a lock practical. Besides, he'd pretty much demonstrated the pointlessness of it. A real intruder was not going to be thwarted by a locked gate.<br/><br/>Pushing herself up, Savannah smiled down at Terry and clapped her hands. "Alright, mijo, let's go. Let's get you inside so I can get you patched up." She jerked her head back the way she had come, noting the glass doors that stood open now. As with before her tone left no room for argument. There was no way she was going to send someone away from her place injured and naked. "You can clean up and dress and then tell me your name and why on earth you decided going around hopping fences was more fun than a party. Come on." She crooked her finger, stepping away though not getting too far ahead in case he needed assistance. Provided he didn't start to topple over or struggle to walk, she would then lead the young man into her living room, her kitchen standing as she'd left it with various things left out straight across from the doors.