<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/3df19d18.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Claire Tang</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Nurse<br/>Apartment Loft, open dining room<br/>With Taras, Nick, and Ally</span><br/><hr/><br/>With a rather boring buzz, the back door unlocked and Claire practically slipped through it, having only swung it open about halfway. She'd missed this place! It was a choice study area during the early parts of the semester, but when it came down to finals, she found far too many distractions (seeking them, more like), and did her work either at home or at the University of San Diego campus. Again, she was really thankful that she did decide to take a break for the summer.<br/><br/>She bee-lined it to the dining area and was quickly met by Ally. It was so good to actually see her in the flesh! The two hugged and pecked each other on the cheek as they normally did, though Claire made a point to have the hug linger a bit more than usual, squeezing the 'I missed you' feeling into oblivion. When they parted, there was no wiping off the stupid smile Claire had on her face. It really has been a while since she was called 'Claire-bear."<br/><br/>"Glad I'm done, but acing? We'll see." Claire replied, shrugging as she did. Even if it was gospel truth that she was going to university, she felt that it alienated her amongst the others in the crew, so she didn't like talking about it. "For real, though, I'm glad it's all over and get to hang out here all summer!"<br/><br/>When Ally turned her attention to Nick, Claire took notice of him and Taras further in the dining area. It was just then that she became significantly more self-conscious of her appearance. Trying not to be entirely awkward about turning tail and running off to the bathroom, the young woman waved to the both of them before slipping away.<br/><br/>Practically slamming the door behind her, she swiftly moved to the sink and the mirror on the wall, looking herself over closely. She wondered why she didn't bother with fixing herself up at home, then recalled that the ventilation is terrible at home. The time it took for the mirror to clear up always made her forget to touch-up. For the next few minutes, Claire brushed her hair as straight as she could without having to wash, blow dry, and murder it with a flat iron. Poking through her designated drawer, she managed to find some eye-liner, mascara, and foundation that she leaves at the loft for last minute outings and such. She was lucky enough not to need too much make-up, but this was the difference between regular old Claire and pretty Claire. Or so she tells herself.<br/><br/>She returned to the dining room, pouring herself a glass of sangria from the pitcher. She didn't want to interrupt any conversations, so she just sat on the bench closest to the large table, looking about to see if anyone else had joined them. Eventually, her gaze stopped on Taras, as if to gauge whether or not he had taken notice of her quick leave. She hoped he would, but not in such a way that he'd think that she was just being one of those girls.<br/><br/>Claire sipped heavily as the thought rolled through her mind. She finished her gulp with a sigh. She really was being one of those girls right now.