<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/34/cd/c8/34cdc821d1efebb46d7a941e19b7762c.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">JD</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Mean Streets Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>World Traveler Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Zeus' Bastard Daughter Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised [ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Nympstagrammers, Allison<br/><hr/>JD looked disappointed when the other went off on their own.  It was purely artificial though.  In truth she was quite relieved to be left alone.  She could tell already that Allison was a woman of distinguished taste and while none of the women could be considered anything less then ten out of tens, Allison managed to stand out thanks to her daring appearance.<br/><br/>JD propped up her head on her hand and looked Allison in her eyes. "Not many, eh?  I guess I must be pretty special then."   She said with a self-deprecating chuckle.  "Well, I've just gotten started, but I have no doubt my grades will be phenomenal.   You're talking to a future valedictorian!"  It wasn't technically a lie, but it was certainly wildly optimistic considering she'd never even finished high school.<br/><br/>"As far as student council?  I don't know, maybe.  I'm still exploring my options. Are you on Student Council yourself?   If so, that's<em>certainly</em>an argument in favor."  JD brushed her hair from her eye, a flirtatious gesture she'd perfected during her time hostel hopping.  As the hair settled back one her shoulder, she asked in a husky voice, "Why?  Do you want to be my Vice-President?"  Her tone gave the word a salacious spin making it wreak of innuendo.