<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/>Getting ready for the BBQ at Mama Tang's house<br/>With Mama Tang</span><br/><hr/><br/>If there was ever a wider smile on Claire's face, she couldn't remember it. It seemed particularly out of place as she was in the shower of her mother's worse for wear home, with the steam doing very few favors for the aging walls. None of that mattered today, though, nothing could ruin it for the young woman. Her spirits were high in anticipation of the July 4th weekend, or at least the start of the celebrations for her and her closest friends at the autoshop. It's been a while since she's found an excuse to see them all!<br/><br/>Running her hands through her hair, clearing out the last bit of conditioner that she had left in it, Claire stayed under the soft stream of water for one last rinse before stepping out into the not so warm air. As quickly as she could, she reached for a towel and wrapped her body in it, then grabbed another for her long, light brown hair. As she did the latter, Claire gave herself a dissatisfied frown; it would be time to give her hair another dye soon. Maybe she should try something else?<br/><br/>The thought stayed with her until she stepped into her room, the very same one since she was a little girl. It was dated: posters of artists from back in the 90s up until now randomly littered the walls, the floorboards creaked at all the worst times, her bed frame has been the same one since it broke back in high school thanks to that one loser. The name escaped her, taking the dying her hair idea with it. Having little reason to be modest now, Claire stripped away the towel, leaving her slight figure bare for the world to see. She was proud of her form and shape. Just enough curve where anyone would want them, without any scars or marks. The blessings of a boring childhood.<br/><br/>For the next few minutes, Claire decided just what she was going to wear for the day. It was a nice, typical summer in San Diego, so she opted for something a little showy, an outfit that would at least breathe! A matching pair of rather boring undergarments was an easy choice, with a bright pink tank over top. A bit of her bra peeked out at the sides, but she wasn't worried about it, since a white, loose and flimsy blouse took care of that. A small pair of jean shorts covered her bottom, leaving a nice trail of leg for someone to follow with their eyes. A pair of sunglasses over her eyes, a small, silver watch on her left wrist, and flip-flops on her feet, Claire was all set to eat and drink way too much!<br/><br/>"Mom!" Claire called out, her small voice blanketing over an even smaller home. "I'm headed out, now! Did you want me to say anything to Christian?" For some reason, their mother really hated it when either of her kids when by their short names. Claire figured it was just doing needless parenting to make up for the lack of any as they were growing up, but it was such a small detail that there was no reason to pick a fight. Not hearing anything back, except for the changing of the TV channel, she took it as a no.<br/><br/>"Uh... well, okay. I'll make Taras pack some food away for you. Love you!" Claire grabbed her over-sized purse, throwing her iPod and keys into it before heading out the door. It was too nice of a day to drive, and being so early, she decided to just walk instead! It would give her time to think and zone out on her music for the entire three block trek.<br/><br/>[Off to the Loft Apartment!]