<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Irene pulled her dress off half way up the stairs. Of course she assumed everyone was downstairs, or on the porch so it was ok to expose herself in her haste to be on time for dinner. It made her chuckle a little hearing the last words of Brian, saying he can eat with the best of them as well, when it came to spaghetti. Reaching her door, she placed the dress over a chair near her and rushed to get dressed after hearing Emiko calling everyone to the table. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Grabbing from the draw her half black t-shirt, tried pulling it over her swept up hair. Once it was on, she looked to see that she wore her diamond naval ring and grinned. The diamond hid her naval under its luster and glint very well. It looked as if she were born with it there. Shrugging that she exposed herself on the first night, felt spaghetti was worth it since she was going swimming tomorrow. "There was no point being modest now." She said to her self. At least her Celtic tattoo along her lower back at the bikini line, still remained hidden under the tight black jeans she scooted into in record time. Slipping on the white sandals hadn’t time to worry about matching foot wear, she was only getting ready to eat not go on a date.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">But it was her choice to undo her hair and let it hang to the mid position of her back. Racing down the steps hurried into the dining room. Now, the decision of where to sit was easy enough, looking at the table quickly decided to take up a corner seat near one of the head chairs at the table. Who ever sat to the right of her or in the head seat would be unknown until everyone seated him or herself. Brian had been in the dining room but as far as she saw he was deciding on a spot for himself. It was odd that no matter where she sat there were four men and only three women. The boy, girl, boy, girl count was out the question. Three people will end up on one side unless Emiko or Ashlyn ops to sit along the side as well. Not her concern as much as her apatite was screaming to get started. A little jog in the early morning should help for the pending pasta over load she will surely enjoy tonight. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The wine was close to her end, so Irene latched on to it quickly, pouring a fairly large goblet full. She was not going to allow a few months to slow her from drinking, since soon enough she will be 21. For now she wasn’t planning on driving or worse, was stranded at some off campus night club. Patiently she waited for the others to mull about until they seated themselves where ever they liked. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Ok my patients grows thin folks, let’s start the meal all ready!” </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">She giggled, hoping that will burn a fire under the slow pokes. She warned everyone she loved pasta and to that she holds true too. Her green eyes slowly drift to a darker blue as she tries to remain semi patient. </span>