<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Alisa </span><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">"The Style"</span> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Lopez</span></span>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> <em>THE LOFT</em><span class="bbc_u"> Getting back at Claire</span></span><div class="floatleft">(http://i1175.photobucket.com/albums/r628/Love_Smile_Kiss/New-Kat-Graham-photoshoot-katerina-graham-25157133-734-780.jpg)(http://i1235.photobucket.com/albums/ff428/xdobreva/xsunshinex_/68.jpg)(http://i1108.photobucket.com/albums/h411/xwesley/kat3.jpg)</div><br/><em>It's sunny in San Diego.</em><div align="center"><br/><br/><strong><br/>"Oh now you want to hug me"</strong> She said laughing at Claire. Hugging he friend she noticed Claire was little red in the cheeks. <strong>"Ok, how much have </strong>you had to drink already?" She said with a curious brow arched. Neverminding the chatter in the background Alisa reminded herself that she would have to put the food on the grill. As Allison she approached she noticed fellow member and longtime friend had a look of disappointment in her eyes. Could it be another Taras failure? She sighed before greeting her with a smile. <strong>"Allison you may have just saved Claire's life, I was tempted to do it, but now that you mentioned shopping I'm game." </strong>Alisa loved to shop, but she didn't really shop like a girl who just lived for the mall. She knew exactly what she wanted when walking into a store. She knew her size, waist and bust and didn't bother to try on clothes, she knew she had a great shape so she never worried.<br/><br/>However Alisa was strongly against dresses. She would never be caught dead in the dress. Even as a little girl  her mother caught pure hell trying to put her in a dress for formal occasions and church. She was never really interested in doing some of the same things other girls did. Like playing with dolls, she had a better operating her motorized toy truck. Recently she had picked up skate boarding and she could never reject a game of paint ball. <strong>"What time tomorrow?"</strong> She asked Allison. <strong><strong>"Oh wait...step over here, the grill is calling me."</strong></strong> She wanted them to follow her towards the grill so she could begin the cooking. Grabbing a bag she pulled out the pound of meat before tossing it on to the grill.</div>