Chrissy wasn't normally one to be goaded into something that seemed shady, but the bitch had gotten to her. Holding back her comments.. smoking her cigarette in favor of a catfight in the middle of a college party she wasn't supposed to attend seemed reasonable. At least that was until she was called a prostitute. She'd be damned if that kind of talk would fly around her with some prissy little skank. She dropped her smoke in a nearby cup, not caring if there was any beer left in it or not and stood to confront her. Instead, she was greeted by the voice of the chubby man with the offer. She stopped short, turning and smiling to him.<br/><br/>At hearing that an interview of sorts would be taking place, her heart beat quicker than it already was from being stirred up by Miz Priss, Chrissy little dubbed name for her. "I.. yeah sure, what the hell could it hurt?" Even if she wasn't selected, she knew for damn sure that they would pick a blonde over a brunette any day. At least her body had curves.. men would never admit they didn't like those anorexic girls.. but they don't. They want a girl they can grab and hang onto.. Skinny minnie little sticks are just too full of angles to grab anything comfortable. She moved to follow the man, trying to stay closer to him than Miz Priss was.