<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kaleb, Anyone<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br/><hr/><br/>Nionette was making her way down the hall when Kale seemed to appear, like an angel of mercy who came bearing gifts. Eyes going slightly wide, she looked at him as he stopped before her and for a moment, the girl lowered her shaking hand just a bit from her full lips. A half smile curled those soft tiers of flesh and a short, breathy laugh left her. "Heh... yeah, yeah I was, actually," she said with a small grin. "Looks like you were looking for me too, though," she added, looking him over. He had the look of a man who had too long denied himself the needs his body so heartily craved. Feeling her own cravings welling up under the surface, she moved toward, fishing her cigarettes out of her back pocket.<br/><br/>Tapping a cancer stick out and wrapping her lips around the filter end, she stepped up close to him and held her head up, cigarette's end offered to him to light. Once he had, she took a slow inhale, her eyes narrowing with the effort. As they both held in their smoke of choice, Nette watched his face carefully. "So big boy... business, or pleasure?" she breathed, her head turned to the side as she exhaled slowly, cigarette smoke escaping her nostrils smoothly. Stepping closer to him, she let her body brush the front of his, her breasts pressed slightly to his stomach as she looked up in to his eyes, her robin's egg blue hues sparkling slightly in the dim light. "Both?" she offered hopefully. Her drug pulsing through her veins and then her second drug... the feel of a hard, throbbing length inside of her as deep as it wound go.<br/><br/>"There's a clear apartment down the hall... the last guy who was there got arrested a few days ago, so it's empty," she whispered to him, her hand lifting to brush over the front of his hoody, tracing the lines of his fingers as they rested over the spot where he covered the product he'd brought for her. Hair falling to half cover one of her eyes, she let her hand slide down along the front of his hoodie to the bulge in his jeans, fingertips tracing the somewhat soft shape of him through his pants. "We can have an awful lot of fun," she cooed to him. "Any... way... you... like..." a grin curled her lips and she winked with a giggle. "Unless you don't want to, anyway." Drawing back a half step, she gave him just enough room to let her go or to reach out and grab her, pulling her back to him.