<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWE5OGY0ZjYtZGExMi00ZDc3LWI4OGYtNzdkMTg0NWNkMzJlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR121,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Bowman<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather pants, sequin crop top (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Clab0J9WIAAKr8i.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex, Mentioning Clover<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> <br/></span><hr/><br/>Sam Bowman felt fantastic.  SHe pulled off her helmet and teased out her blonde hair, dropping her head down so she could brush the helmet hair away.  It was worth it though.  Riding Alex's motorcycle always made her feel good.  The way Alex was looking at her after she'd finished with her hair made her feel good too.  She loved being the center of attention.<br/><br/>"Of course I am, why wouldn't we?  You've played what, four, five sold out shows in Manhattan?  That's no small feat!"  She said hooking her arm around the girl's waist as they stepped up the stairs to the mansion.  She was less concerned about her face, after all, she had no reason to hide anything from anyone.  Still, she put on the white mask with black trim and put it over the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/>As they entered the foyer, she noticed the blonde checking out Alex.  She let her hand slide down just a little possessively and squeezed Alex's butt.  "My my, this looks like an interesting party after all."