<div class="floatright">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg%5D)<br/><strong>Name: Korryn</strong> <br/><strong>Location: Tim's car</strong> <br/><strong>Summary: Becoming properly <br/>introduced with Tim... ish.</strong> <br/><strong>Tagged: </strong><strong>Ricky, Tim</strong></div><br/>She didn't look up at Ricky until he had turned to look away. He was right, she would be a good girl. But he was also wrong. She was not going to die. And if she did, in fact, need to, she was taking out a few of these fucks with her. She watched him walk away from a few moments before she looked back down, the sun starting to cause her eyes to sting. God, she wanted her fucking glasses back.<br/><br/>She glanced up a few moments later to see Tim approaching his car. Instantly her body grew a bit tense. Why her? Was all she could think. She remained quiet through his humming and singing, her eyes focused on the floor. Then when he seated himself, he could feel his eyes like lasers, moving over her body. She glanced up at him, the sparse, hot breeze tussling her all ready mussed hair. She didn't want to answer him. She didn't even want to talk to him. If this had been a regular guy, she probably would have spit in his face and told him to go fuck himself.<br/><br/>She made eye contact, forcing herself to sit up more. "Korryn." She said, not timidly as the others may have spoke to him.<br/><br/>She heard Dom's voice over the radio, which did perk her curiosity some. "I take it you're Tim??" Her voice had a cadence to it that was like fine satin and strong whiskey.