<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/>"My bad side? Oh sweetie, you wish. Both sides are delicious, as is the filling." She winked even though it was largely unnecessary. "We both know I gives no fucks about your opinion either. I just choose to be nice to you since you may well never have known what tits looked like outside of porn and I felt no man should die that way. I'm just doing my civic duty, ya know?!" Desi fluttered her lashes at him, trying to shake off the weird momentary surge or whateverthefuck that had been when he'd said her whole government name.<br/><br/>"So you make a poor choice and now I have to suffer?" She did actually huff, her bottom lip poking out slightly as her nose wrinkled. They both knew she didn't<em>have</em>to do a damn thing but he was throwing in all the right sort of ego stroking words so perhaps she felt a little inclined to favor him tonight. He was her oldest friend in this damn neighborhood despite that fact that it made no real sense on paper that the two of them would even associate. She'd carefully hand picked every facet of her outward persona since she was 5 and had been given an actual tiara with real jewels in it, Clark was that one thing, a telling thing, that she couldn't seem to shake. Didn't want to really. Even if he did have late ass comebacks. "Nope. The window of opportunity for that one has closed. We'll just mark that as another tally for me in our lifetime columns. What's is the score now?"<br/><br/>The tip of one carefully manicured nail tapped at her lips as she began the show of "thinking" which usually meant she was about to agree in exchange for some sort of<em>fee</em>. "Hmm... okay, I'll go but... you're gonna owe me one, Copper. And I'm not gonna tell you when I intend to collect either but it will be something worthy of the pain you intend to make me endure." The set of her features had shifted to bright, open amusement now in place of the pout. Another clear sign.