<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Embarrassing the hell out of her son and going for a stroll<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Vi listened to James with mild amusement , one brow quirking at the announcement of the fund raising, a soft snort vocalized at the very thought of her friends getting together like Stepford Wives to bake brownies for some neighborhood sale.  Her smile turned impish as she imagined the special ingredient a few of them would be inclined to include in the recipe, and the reactions that might catalyze in some of their more uptight neighbors.  She brushed a kiss against Kate's cheek, not unaware of the electricity that seemed to sizzle between her friend and Tommy, then rose to her feet.  "Excuse me, darlings, I think I left the stove on."  She laughed and drifted away, dropping off her wine bottle and glass before slipping out of the front door and peering across the street.<br/><br/>She scanned the cars on the street and noted the familiar vintage green masterpiece, cocking a brow.  Another glance was all she spared the party, she trusted her son and she knew damn well that was not anyplace she belonged.  Instead, she walked to the street and followed the sidewalk to Clark's car, where she stopped and removed her crimson lipstick from her purse.  Grinning wickedly to herself, she leaned down and wrote 'Remember to wear a condom and if you've had more than two beers, back away from the car.  Love, Vi  XOXO' across the driver's side window in her pretty, curlicue cursive.  Stepping back, she studied her handiwork and smiled even more broadly, before putting her lipstick away.  Sure, Clark would be embarrassed as hell, but he wouldn't be driving drunk or getting anyone pregnant...so it was worth it.  Plus, truth be told, she got a little kick out of tweaking him now and then like this.  He was just so adorable when he was mad.<br/><br/>Turning from his car, she started walking down the street, enjoying the cool night air and her freedom from the meeting.  She had no plans to go straight home, was walking the opposite direction, in fact.  It was entirely too nice out and the neighborhood too pleasant to forsake the chance for an enjoyable evening walk.