<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9kQzma.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Callista Reed<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong>Evening | St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kate, Violet, Thomas, anyone else<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Casual, belted crepe charmeuse tunic over a short skirt, heels<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Seeing & Being Seen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Tommy mentioned money, Callista gave him another quick look, though it was a more businesslike assessment than a personal one.  Nobody lived in this area without having money, be it the hard wad of numbers in various accounts or the shell game variety that would likely eventually implode, leaving nothing but dust, confetti and a lot of pissed off people.  There were probably one or two of the latter in the crowd, because they went where there was money, so it only made sense.  For now, she was willing to take more or less everything at face value, until she could dig a little deeper.<br/><br/>The meeting started out like most others of the type, be it committee or HOA, but the music from next door seemed to really rattle the new president.  Callista had not voted for him, or anyone else, given that she was still in the process of completing the paperwork on the sale when it happened.  Neither had the previous owner, given that, from what she had heard, one of them was in jail and the other one had headed back north and the house had been empty for several months.   That was at least a source of some satisfaction, given how easily he seemed to be rattled by the sounds of the party next door ... though, from the looks he was casting around, there was more going on.  There always was, and it was rather comforting to know it.<br/><br/>Once the meeting was done, ended so abruptly that she could almost see the smoke rising from their trail, Callista sat for a few minutes, letting her eyebrows climb ... but with the looks passing between Tommy and Kate, she figured that a midnight swim and ice cream was postponed, and good for them.  As the buzz started, people shuffling either to pick up on conversations or enjoy the rest of the night, she rose and smiled around.<em>"Well ... I guess that's that.  Lovely to meet you all, and ... I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon -- once we're all unpacked, I'd like to invite you all over for a little party ... with different music, I hope ... "</em><br/><br/>She gave Kate a little wink, as if to say that she wouldn't be expecting her for that late night swim, though her door would be open if plans changed, offered smiles, and a handshake, and made her way to the side exit, though not so quickly that she missed the chance to introduce herself and say hello when the opportunity presented itself.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was a wasted opportunity, but it was also important to choose your moment, and this didn't seem like the best one for networking.