<div class="floatright">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/tul24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><br/>Sid kept hold of her hand as they talked.  She had had men do this before and it had always felt like they were trying to lay claim to her, or keep her from stepping away.  With Sid, it was slightly different, more friendly, though when he brought his lips to the back of her hand a thin eyebrow peaked and a half smile formed on her lips.  The act was archaic, outdated, yet sweet, even if it felt awkward.<br/><br/>Anna took Sandra's entrance into the kitchen as an opportunity to retrieve her hand and quickly took the pizza from its precariously balanced position in her off hand, unconsciously filling her hand  so that it couldn't be snatched up again.  Anna sent the redhead a friendly smile after the woman placed her claim on her man, made eye contact with Anna, in order to ensure she'd received the message, and then left.  The only thing Sandra hadn't done was kiss Sid soundly, not that that was needed for Anna to get the message.  In another day or two she was going to feel like she was walking on eggshells with all the possessive coupling that seemed to be going on.<br/><br/>Anna hadn't missed the bit about who was getting room three's keys.  That left room four, she thought, and she didn't know who held those keys.  The likelihood of sleeping on the couch was growing with each passing hour.  She couldn't help but feel the person who'd decided to assign rooms this way was an idiot, or a jerk, or maybe both.  Of course, she knew missing out on room three was her own fault since she'd told Sandra she didn't want to sleep in there with the "boyfriend-girlfriend" couple, but seeing how things were shaping up it was likely better to room with people you knew were together than always having to guess who'd slept with whom most recently.<br/><br/><strong>"What type of business are you wanting to start?"</strong>She asked curiously before taking a small bite of her pizza, aware that she was both on camera and in mixed company.<br/><br/>Anna shrugged when Sid asked his own questions,<strong>"I don't know.  Never been to college, didn't think it was possible,"</strong>she said in a matter-of-fact way.<strong>"This sounded like an adventure, something that would payout, one way or another, and an experience I was willing to have,"</strong>she shrugged, abandoning that trail of thought.<strong>"I'm interested in a wide range of things; music, literature, games, sports, people... sex,"</strong>she laughed lightly,<strong>"as if that wasn't obvious considering where we are."</strong><br/><br/>Anna set her beer on the counter and popped the top before taking a sip.  Then raised it to Jim Beem who'd entered and taken a spot in the corner.<br/><br/>She then, finally, looked Sid in the eye and shook her head.<strong>"I don't think that's a good idea.  I don't want any drama with Sandra, she's a nice person, and hot, and that little display just now makes me think she's a little overprotective of you."</strong>Anna said with an apologetic smile before glancing into the common's room to see if she could see where Sunny had gone to.<strong>"More than happy to keep talking with you here, though.  We don't all have to fuck everyone on the first day."</strong>