<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>: Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Snooping<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A quick look around after dropping off her haul showed her that no one was watching, and so she slipped away from the party, leaving the rest of them to the splashing and drinking while she snuck inside.  She followed her instincts through the dark house to the kitchen, arriving just in time to see Terry leaving, and smirking at his back.  She had a feeling he was gonna be one of the ones that didn't fall for her bullshit, which she was somewhat pleased about.  Sure, it was fun when you could get people to do things with and for you, but everyone needed someone who'd say no and tell you to fuck off for trying.  Plus, he wasn't bad on a Strat and he liked metal...now if he'd just stop looking at her as if he expected her to shit on the carpet.<br/><br/>She opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of orange juice, leaving behind the partially-emptied bottle of vodka in its place.  She was feeling the vodka a little and that's all she needed, just a pleasant warmth.  Opening the orange juice, she wandered through the house, peering at the walls and randomly opening drawers to examine the contents.  She considered snooping on other people to be a hobby, and she was always curious to see the things that strangers kept private, what they valued and what they were ashamed of.  Her wandering took her upstairs eventually and she found herself in the master suite, sipping her juice and crossing the masculine room to the closet.<br/><br/>She could smell the aftershave, and when she turned on the light in Greg's closet, she was greeted by the sight of suits and polo shirts.  Humming the Police 'Don't Stand so Close', she ran her fingers across the clothes and then crouched to peer at the floor, trying to find boxes or anything juicy that might contain something of interest.  Well, something more interesting than shoes, anyhow.