<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/><strong>"Five years?  I don't know.  Daddy wants me to go to Rice, but I'd kind of like to go to UT."</strong>She mimed the hand sign<strong>"Hook 'em Horns!  Only Daddy says Rice is better for networking and I won't, there won't be...problems,"</strong>she finished.<strong>"Oh, sorry,"</strong>Elizabeth told the girl working the counter.<strong>"Vanilla bean please, in a cup."  </strong>She laughed at Tristyn's mustache and patted it off with a napkin.<br/><br/>When they had their ice creams, she cut in front of him and paid for them before going to sit down at the tall table.  Standing, the top of it was almost up to her breasts and the tall stool made her feet dangle like a child's.  This was nothing new to her and she ignored it as she had all her life.<strong>"That was really a lot of fun, Tristyn.  Thank you for taking me."</strong>She ate some of her ice cream, little pink spoon dipping in and out like a hummingbird's tongue and she took as little each time.  There was no way she'd finish before it melted.<br/><strong><br/>"Tristyn?  Do you want to talk about your dad?  I mean, I've heard some things but..."</strong><br/><br/>Unseen by either of them, a member of the football team was watching through the windows, his own date on his arm, and was texting his Captain and Quarterback.  He even raised the phone up and took a quick picture of Tristyn and Elizabeth together.