<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/95/Athletic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Andrea Eriksen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>School Hallway</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Extending an invitiation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Sam</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Andrea stood leaning against a locker, an apple in her hand, watching Sam pack her bag for home. Her own backpack hung from her shoulder. The two weren't exactly close friends, but they moved in enough of the same circles to have gained a familiarity sufficient to hang out on occasion. More importantly, Andrea had been eying the shorter girl for some time now. She was pretty sure Sam would be a viable addition, even if she didn't know it yet.<br/><br/>"So, I'm getting together with some friends in a bit, and I thought you might like to come." Andrea smiled warmly, very careful not to use her trademark seductive voice. That would just scare Sam off, more likely than not. "Nothing fancy, no trouble. Gonna hang out for a bit, have some fun, the usual. I can give you a ride."<br/><br/>It was true, mostly. The night's activities would assuredly be fun, and not unusual for the group. The exact details, well, Sam didn't need to know that quite yet.<br/><br/>She took a bite of her apple. Sam's candidacy had, of course, been discussed with the others ahead of time. You didn't unilaterally invite someone to this kind of club. Not that she knew it was a club, yet.