<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/>Oh, she noticed the sudden shift in mood, alright.  It made her laugh as she leaned against his amp and flicked her spent cigarette into the street, one brow arching at him.  "Dude, don't tell me you're butt-hurt because I happened to notice and make note of the fact that you have more melanin in your skin than anyone else in the neighborhood.  I mean, I get it, but you gotta cut me a little slack here.  Your race is the first thing people see, just like the first thing people notice about<em>me</em>is the fact that I have tits and a vagina."<br/><br/>She paused and glanced down at her small chest, snagging the bottle back from him with a smirk.  "Even<em>if</em>my chest could be mistaken for that of one of the kids on Stranger Things."  She glanced back up at him and sipped from the bottle, blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face.  "My only interest in your race is the degree to which it will confuse and terrify the neighbors.  Embrace that shit, man...it's funny."<br/><br/>She looked over at the house, pushing off the amp to wander a bit around the driveway, taking another swig off the bottle in her hand.  "Animals as Leaders are deliciously low-key sometimes, which is nice when you're feeling too mellow for something like August Burns Red or The Devil Wears Prada.  I have very<em>ecclectic</em>musical tastes, so there."  She smirked at him and wandered back over, eyes glittering.<br/><br/>"I give you mad props back for being a black dude who likes metal, instead of rap."  The knowing smirk that formed as she said it, seemed to imply that she knew exactly the sort of reaction he typically got, and found his comments ironic as a result.<br/><br/>"I highly doubt it, but you're not going to find out by standing alone in your driveway fingering your instrument, handsome."  She laughed as she gave a twirl and peered up at his house.  "So....go put your shit away and come have fun, get drunk and fuck a cheerleader."