<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alexandra Vale</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corbin McCree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Snark<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Getting through the hour, or however long the damned thing was supposed to be, was going to be a challenge.  She had to be there, to hear what, if any, new and restrictive ordinance was going to be attempted to be shoved down their throats, what sort of new rules and they had to live by in the posh and cozy little neighborhood, and by extention, she had to be there through the possible appearance of the ball of sleaze that was her ex.<br/><br/>Alex had dressed for the occasion, while trying to appear as if she hadn't, as if she had just thrown on some casual clothes and stepped out to the meeting.  Her best pair of jeans that showed off the shapely, firm backside.  The top that, under just the right amount of lighting through the thin material, displayed the lacy black cups of her bosom, with a few buttons undone.  She had wanted to make the man jealous, as she always did when she saw him, to tease him with what he had lost, what he had let slip through his fingers...<br/><br/>And having Corbin around might have just been the cherry on top.<br/><br/>A soft snort of mild amusement came at his words, unable to resist the flute handed to her.  “I'm sure you're not complaining.” She said, having picked up enough information here and there through the various grapevines of her pool boy's other “friends”.  There was little doubt in her mind as to why he was there, surrounded by so many who sought his services.<br/><br/>She sniffed at the contents of the glass, taking a gentle sip before slyly and discretely emptying the contents of what was cheap wine in the amateur connoisseur's mind into a nearby potted plant.<br/><br/>Her eyes sized up Corbin, a smile that was faint coming across her face.  “Nice coat.” She said.  “Looks like something I'd buy you.”