<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Persuasion.<br/><br/>"You sure you don't want to come, Desi? Shane's generally cool, and it's got to be better than watching TV or whatever, right?" Clark said to Desiree, eyes on the road as he drove back into Towering Pines. He offered to take her for a drive earlier, hoping to sweeten her mood a little with fresh air and the option of shopping. He glanced over at a stop light to try and gauge how well it was working. "Should be some folk our age too, it's more a local thing than a age thing." A huff of breath as he turned onto Desmond Drive. Home sweet home, as they say. "Might be someone you like there. Wait, do you actually like anyone, Desiree?" He flashed her a grin as he pulled up outside the house of Savannah and Desiree Ortiz.<br/><br/>His car was styled after 1930s, though not actually as old as all that. Not exactly his first choice, nor it's racing green paintjob, but it pleased Vi. Who was after all paying for it. The bottles on the backseat clinked as the vehicle settled to a stop. Clark eased up the handbrake and turned in the driver's seat. "Look, I promised to go. How was I supposed to know it didn't fit with whatever bug crawled up your ass about having fun while your mom is out?" Clark spoke evenly, shrugging his shoulders. Honestly he had a bunch of the same worried Desiree had given him about it being a dumb high school party. Which was why he could really do with Desi there. Wether she'd pep the party up, or whether they'd just sit back and bitch out everyone else it'd be a decent night with her around. "Don't you want to show those girls how to really fill out a swimsuit?" He made a quick attempt at playing on her vanity.<br/>