<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Arriving and unloading<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Yes, I do.  I've got my Daddy wrapped around my little finger and I'm not above using my sexuality to get what I want.  Well, not with<em>him</em>, of course.  I love him, but he's a stock broker and judging by the porn he keeps in his room and on his laptop, he's about as interesting to fuck as unflavored grits are to eat."  She rolled her eyes and headed down the street, leading the way and lighting a fresh cigarette.<br/><br/>"But, yes, I get my way, no matter what I have to do for it.  Well, even<em>I</em>have limits.  I think the ability to say 'fuck you' when some asshole offers you a wad of cash to powder his ass and nurse him is a sign of a healthy self-esteem.  Not that I take money for sex...I'm still classy enough to make my lovers buy me presents and shit."  She smirked as she glanced back at him, taking another swig from the bottle of, now warm, vodka.<br/><br/>"Ooo...Mayor McCock-Gobbler's a good one!  Ugh, he probably has something like that in his house.  So, since you're new, I'll clue you in.  The head of the homeowner's association is this pathetic WASP named James St. Clair, the aforementioned Mayor Dick-Cheese.  I call him that, because he tried to<em>run</em>for mayor a while back and failed...hard, and it amuses me to goad him about it, even when he can't hear me.  He's married to this blow-up doll named Yvonne, who does pin-up shots in those magazines at the drug store with the opaque plastic covering.  They live....there."  She pointed to the St. Clair house as she made a beeline for the noisy place across the street.<br/><br/>"Oh...I<em>so</em>hope there's beer pong and chicken in the pool!  Heehee!  I might even get drunk and let some moron with a three-inch cock feel me up and tell me how pretty I am."  She snorted and headed for the backyard, turning to walk backwards and grin at Terry.<br/><br/>"I'm Tae.  If you get your dick sucked by some sloppy whore wearing a cross around her neck, then you<em>totally</em>owe me for dragging you along tonight."  And she swiveled to walk into the backyard and over to a table, where she began removing random bottles of expensive alcohol from her backpack and adding them to the mixture of Schnapps, PBR and Khalua.