<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 | On the way to a party<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tae had been breaking into Daddy's liquor cabinet since she was thirteen, not that he made it much of a challenge, or he noticed when something went missing.  Tonight she'd made a special effort to pick out some particularly fancy looking bottles and stuffed most into the adorable black leather backpack that matched her psycho-sexy librarian outfit.  She carried one in her right hand, a bottle of Grey Goose vodka that had been lurking at the back of the freezer.  She sipped straight from the neck, between languid drags off her vanilla-scented/flavored cigarette, as she walked from her place toward Wanker Way and the party being thrown there.  She'd debated going to the HOA thing, but the potential for fun was far outweighed by the likelihood that the boredom would<em>literally</em>kill her.  A smirk curled her lips as she imagined showing up in Mr. Mayor's house to disrupt his perfect little life and plans.  She wondered what secrets he had hidden away in the back of his closet.<br/><br/>Her idle wonderings and wanderings were interrupted by a sudden guitar riff that sent a pleasant frisson of adrenaline shooting through her veins.  She grinned as she listened to the song, making a beeline for the sound and pausing behind a tree to peer out from the shadows to watch Gavin confront his nephew.  Once the old man had gone back inside, she walked out of her hiding place to approach Terry, peering over his rig and the Stratocaster.<br/><br/>Sipping from her bottle, she crouched in front of the amp, unmindful of her short skirt and skimpy black undergarments.  "This one's good, but I like Wave of Babies better.  That discordant intro really fucks with people who have no idea what the fuck they're hearing, and who are too impatient to embrace the chaos until the beat drops."<br/><br/>She grinned up at him and took a long drag off her cigarette, offering up the icy bottle of vodka.  "So, you're new.  See, I know that because the closest thing to black people that live in this neighborhood are Desiree Ortiz and her mom.  So, you kinda stand out...for more reasons than one."<br/><br/>She nodded toward the set up on the driveway and stood back up, her long, pitch-black pigtails bouncing as she bobbed her head back and forth, that sly smirk lingering on her lips.  "There's this party over on Weaver...across the street from Mayor Cock-Sucker's house.  Wanna go with me and blow some whitebread, suburban minds?"