<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/snitchseekerrpg/images/3/3e/Model-Elsa-Hosk-Victorias-Secret-Clothing-VS-Angel-03.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Hailee Spencer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12797231#msg12797231)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>8/1/12 | evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parent's house outside London<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><----  Black shorts, pink sweat shirt<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Okello<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/><em>"So, zhat would make you... 15 years old?"</em><br/><br/>Ouch.  Her nose wrinkled and she leaned back away from him on the couch. He may has well have physically struck her, at least judging from her reaction.  "I'm sixteen thank you very much!"  the words were laced with all the teenage indignation that she could muster.  She was actually kind of relieved with Griffin came down about a minute later, saving them from the awkward silence that had begun to stretch between them.<br/><br/>Fifteen?  Really?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her tiff lasted well into the evening, though calling her parents who were on a quick holiday to Scotland, through half a bag of marshmallows which were her go to comfort food, through three episodes of The Gilmore Girls.  It was dire indeed ... at least until she came to the realization that a year probably didn't make all that much of a difference to someone like Okello.  He and Griff had finished medical school for Christ's sake.  He probably looked at her and saw ... what? Some kid.  An even more depressing thought that.  If she hadn't already binged she'd have broken out the marshmallows again.<br/><br/>The sound of the pair of them making their way up the stairs later that night woke her from the light edges of sleep and curiosity drawing her out of her own room just in time to see him putting her already kind of snoring brother into bed.  Lovely.   Shaking her head she offered him a quick smile, "no, not really.  Don't apologize.  You lugged that idiot all the way up here.  I should be thanking you instead!"<br/><br/>Trailing behind him Hailee shivered at the cool night air.  Alcohol had made him talkative, and she was more than happy to let him speak without trying to interrupt.  After all he'd chosen to spend the rest of his night here with her instead of availing himself upon the company of two accessible female bar patrons.  The last thing she needed to do was make him regret that by opening her mouth at the wrong time.  And so she just kind of smiled and nodded along.<br/><br/>When finally his cab showed up she bounced to her feet.  She was just a few inches shy of six feet, so she didn't have to raise herself up on her toes or anything like that, if anything she slouched into the hug, curling into the warmth of his chest even as her arms slid around his trim waist.<br/><br/>"Thank you.  For sharing all that. For bringing my brother home.  Just ... Thank you."  Lips brushed his cheek and she squeezed tighter.  "I hope we meet again too!"