<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl21/3df19d18.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Claire Tang</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Nurse<br/>Apartment Loft, open dining room<br/>Tags: Alisa</span><br/><hr/><br/>'Claire-Bear' was having a time. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself save for getting drunk. Alisa's freakout about being left hanging wasn't much of one and the others were deep in their own little conversations, leaving her watching from her perch at the long, central table. After a few more sips from the drink in her cup, the girl had practically lost herself in the crowd, her focus pinpointed on a wall plant on the far side of the outdoor space, everything before and around it blurry. Only the sound of an oh-so-familiar voice and a peculiar shaking sound brought her back.<br/><br/>She twisted herself to face the direction of the voice, finding Alisa priming up a can of beer to explode on a victim of her choosing. It took Claire a few seconds to figure out that she was going to be that victim unless she acted quickly. Practically tossing her drink onto the table (without spilling, mind you), Claire pounced onto her long time friend, hugging the life out of Alisa as if she wanted the beer can to fall to the ground from the exertion.<br/><br/>"Okay! Okay! Bad joke," Claire started, laughing into Alisa's hair. "You should know better that I wouldn't do anything to make you REALLY mad." She moved back to peck Alisa square on the cheek, then let go of her tentatively, keeping her eye on the shaken up beer can. "Uh... yeah. You should totally put that away, now!"