<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Faces<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>After running off and away from the group the other night, Scarlett returned home, changed and sat down to relax...when her ex-boyfriend showed up at her door.  Ex as in from<i>Atlanta</i>.  She'd not seen him in nearly a year and then as his stalker-like behavior would lend itself to...he shows up out of nowhere.  When all was said and done he left of his own accord, but it left Scarlett a little weaker than she'd have wanted to be after a night.  She'd slept in the position he'd left her in, and then got up for a shower and a long hard thought process of what he'd done to her and how she'd plot her revenge against him.<br/><br/>Most of the day was spent reflecting on last night, from the vampires that copped a feel to Scott showing up, that bastard, and forcing her to cum.  It's really confusing when you're sure you hate the guy, but your body responds to him in an entirely different manner.  That's why tonight the 19 year old isn't thinking about it.  She's going to this club called The Faces, doing a small patrol there but mostly trying to have fun, if some asshole vamp shows up she'll be sure to stake it....probably in the back alley.<br/><br/>She's wearing a black vest, sleeveless and with only a bra under it to lift her breasts, showing plenty of cleavage.  It also shows off just a hint of her midriff.  While she knows it's not exactly post-harassment wear, she's not going to let it bother her.  Or at least it's not getting her down as much as she thinks it should.  Whatever.  A pair of cute, heeled boots, a plaid, school-girl skirt and she's ready to go.  She's keeping her hair down, and lo-and-behold she doesn't even have to wait in the line outside.  As they pick girls out of the line to come inside...to meet some sort of perfect ratio, she's fingered and told she can come along.  She waves at a few of the guys along the way, throwing a dirty smirk their way before heading inside.<br/><br/>She has a mask in her purse, that she checks in near the front.  Technically she also has black leggings in the purse as well, but she's slowly finding that Alexis is right.  Was right.  She just doesn't have the time to change all the time.  She'll have to live with some people figuring it out, and all she can do is deny it.  She sighs as she works her way up to the second level to peer over the dance floor.  Maybe in a minute she'll go lose herself on it and find some guys to grind against...or some girls.