(On the couch with Alexis and Plato)<br/><br/>She was forced to the corner of the couch. The man didn't smell per say.. but he did seem to take up quite a bit of the couch on his own. At the implied offer of a modeling job, she nearly laughed. That was of course until the bitchy brunette butted in. She straightened herself, looking.. well glaring really.. past the bulbous shaped man to the anorexic looking snob. "Hey. 'Scuse me but do you have some sort of mental disorder?" She looked back to the man and gave him her best smile, "You wouldn't want 'talent' like that in the agency.. I mean look at her.. stick thin, attitude to high hell.. she thinks she's god's gift to this earth." She stood up, and though she wasn't dressed to impress in her short jean skirt and low cut sweater, but she thought herself more appealing by leaps and bounds.. everyone knew blondes were sexier.<br/><br/>"Look.." She said, pointing out the soft curvy shape of her body, "This would be more your tastes I would think, big boy." She offered a grin at Plato, though she shot a quick, hateful glance back over to the other side of the couch. "Wouldn't you agree?" It wasn't like her to even entertain such a ridiculous offer, of course.. But that.. that woman had done nothing less than call her a plain jane.. or worse, a lesser person than she was. Chrissy just would never let herself stand for that kind of talk from some prissy college bitch.