<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Notices Terry and Aric, Spots Jake ahead<hr/>Aaaannnnnnd it seemed not even a drink was going to work out. She tried... really tried... for about 30 seconds. At that point she simply rolled her eyes, turned on her heel and headed out. Why, oh why, hadn't they heeded the warning of that ever so helpful guy that had been leaving the party? She'd seen enough to know she wasn't feeling it. Especially after hearing that whatever adults had crashed the party were more than okay with it so long as they kept the volume down. That had just zapped what little allure the event had held instantly. It was officially some tame high school party. What was the point?<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;">Copper, going to go fuck myself to sleep. Much better vibes. Ring me later if you don't get lucky or end up with whiskey dick. &lt;3</span><br/><br/>She wouldn't pull him away. Let him be with his people. Boys. Crew... Whatever. The night was still young and Desiree found she had an itch to scratch. She wasn't wrong that she would have been less bored at home but at the same time she really had no desire to be cooped up there either.<br/><br/>Stepping away from the party, Desi passed by a few bodies, one tall as all hell and the other quite dark. No names sprang to mind upon glancing their way so she figured she didn't know them and kept moving, contemplating the urge to pull out a joint from a hidden inner pocket in her jacket. Truthfully she preferred edibles since she didn't much care for the odor and the way it clung to clothes. It was the only reason she hesitated now though, her lighter made it into her hand. Her steps slowed and idly she sparked the lighter once, twice, but before she did so a third time, something made her look up and take notice of a figure further down the block. Was that...<br/><br/>Okay so there was no real way to tell who it was from this far back but her steps picked up, just fast enough to begin to close the distance slowly without actually seeming like she was running after anyone.