<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br/><br/><br/>Elena walked over over to the small kitchen area, her hand rubbing her head. The throbbing her head a familiar ache, one of these days her head was going to explode. Elena was starting wish it would just hurry up and do it. Taking a breath she tried to remember anything from the night before. Her whole body hurt,<strong>"You cooked?"</strong>she asked actually thinking it was sweet. Even if she wasn't sure if her body would let her eat.<strong>"I'm not sure, honestly I'm trying to figure out what truck hit me."</strong>she said looking him over. She was used to seeing him in his riding gear. It was strange to see Jake in such casual wear.<br/><br/>Even as strange as that was Elena was more concerned on how she ended up at his place. She didn't even know where he lived. Looking about her Elena realized she was really at his mercy. Part of her hope that nothing happened. The fact that she was still dressed hopefully meant that they hadn't slept together. Elena didn't want to end up being that woman. The sloppy drunk a man took home to fuck and give cab fair to in the morning. Her right hand came up and rubbed the back of her neck.<strong>"Umm...I ah..."</strong>she sighed and closed her eyes. Her hand coming down and rubbing he midsection. It felt like she had been beat with a ton of bricks.<br/><strong><br/>"What happened last night?"</strong>she asked giving away the fact she didn't remember much of the night. Honestly she wasn't sure if Jake would even tell her the truth. He never seemed like the type of guy to lie, and she kept feeling like he was an good guy. Looking up to his eyes, something about them seemed so familiar. Looking down at the food she rubbed her stomach, not sure if her stomach would end up liking her very much. But she honestly couldn't remember the last time she ate a real meal.<strong>"Smells good.</strong>"she said softly unsure what to do in the situation.