<div class="floatleft">(http://whisty.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/blonde-smoke-shades-weheartit2.png?w=655)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>Piper Adams</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">The Mouth<br/>Making her entrance</span><br/>With Adriano in the kitchen, among some of the others.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Piper had accidentally toated one of her yellow plastic bags full of fireworks. the other bags full of food were white. however, This one was full of firecrackers, and bottle rockets. the packages of gun powder were spilling out of their plastic, lying on the kitchen counter in-between the vodka, already half empty and her six-pack of red bull. "Oh these?" Adriano was busy with himself; drinking, speaking of his rockets. Piper took a moment to stare at his chest. Their height difference allowed her to slowly look up at his face without drawing too much suspicion. She had removed his coat and his shirt with her eyes, though. He was a figure of lust for her, and it made her a little uncomfortable, how fast he had come up to say hello.<br/><br/>"Yeah. I get off pretty easily on little fireworks. Big mortars and rockets are pretty, but I can get creative with these." Her hand didn't seem to reach out for anything, but she was holding a thirty pack of bottle rockets, now.  an excitement was lifting in her, knowing now that Adriano was an explosion supporter. It felt like he had been sent to this party for her. she would ask Claire later who had extended his invitation.<br/><br/>As Piper's energy flowed into Adriano's ears, she made herself another drink, and took off of her hooded sweatshirt all at about the same time. Nick was going on about what he had been up to this week. Piper didn't have to listen, she had been holding the wrenches and screwdrivers the whole time. His mouth had gone on about this to her for a few days in a row now. she had faked her interest, the same way that she was now. Adriano and her took a moment to listen to him. Although they didn't turn to give him their attention. Ms. Adams' hips were pointed directly at Mr. Guillermo's. Piper looked over Nick's way, once or twice. But, her eyes were glazed over and passive, only to return to Adriano's chest with a lingering air of fire. It looked like she was trying to solve a crossword puzzle with the buttons and thread of his clothing.<br/><br/>So, the other girls were approaching the grill, Taras and Allison were drifting apart, Nick was mostly done with his pitch, and she was equipped with another drink, same formula as before: one parts jagger, equal parts red bull and root beer. "Do you want a root beer barrel, Adriano? It tastes like drunken liquorice." Her eyebrows raised up, and her right foot lifted off of the ground without a conscious thought. Her toes twiddled against the ground, both of her hands were on her pounder glass, almost overflowing with ice and brown liquor. She looked hungry.