<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Clark<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Amusement<hr/>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz did NOT do high school parties. It really was as simple as that. Yet, here she was forced to endure a pitiful attempt at being coaxed into doing just that by the one person who might have truthfully been able to say they knew her. The<em>real</em>her. So you'd have thought he'd be better at this game by now.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes at the declaration of Shane--a high school football player who was an odd sort of nice mixed with uptight as far as she'd been able to tell--being 'cool' or any such thing. Poor Clark. So easily duped.<br/><br/>"At this point I'm thinking of a nice bubble bath and a pedicure, which might not be tons of excitement but its gotta be better than being pawed at by high school kids." She huffed, not bothering to shoot Clark the 'bitch please' look his comments deserved. Her hand, which hand been resting on the back of his seat for some reason or other, did shift down however to pinch at the ginger's cheek briefly the way one might do to an especially cute child. "Har har. Yuk it up, Copper." She poked her tongue out at him but didn't otherwise bother answering his teasing any further. He already knew the truth anyhow.<br/><br/>They pulled into the driveway of the house she shared with her mother--and brother, when he was home. Kiddo had gone enlisted in the Air Force as soon as he'd graduated (half a year early). Sometimes she missed him, other times, like tonight, she was glad for the prospect of an empty house. Empty because her mother had one of those stupid HOA meetings to attend and she'd inevitably end up caught up somewhere running her mouth for hours.<br/><br/>When Clark turned toward her, Desi let her head lean back against the headrest and turned a set of big and vaguely amused brown eyes on him. He'd taken her for a nice little drive and she could only guess he hoped that would carry some sway. It didn't. The fact that it was Clark asking and not some loser was about the only thing that was allowing her to even consider the thought of going. Because really, ew.<br/><br/>"If I wanted to show off how well I fill out a bikini I'd just drag you upstairs and make you watch me model a couple or twelve, Copper." Her lips curved slightly as it wouldn't be the first time they played fashion show. "You gotta do better than that. Or stop making promises to people who aren't me." Desi's brow arched and she shifted to begin taking off her seat belt. Today had been a relatively low key day so she was dressed in a tank top beneath a gray leather jacket, ripped and tattered jeans with holes big enough to give several glimpses of soft but well toned thighs, and sneakers with her hair piled atop her head in a cute bun. "I mean damn, Clark, if you wanted an exciting night we could have gone down to the strip club and played count the bullet holes or something." Because that was about on par with how fun she imagined this party would be.<br/>