<div class="floatleft">(http://i1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/ViciousTeddyBear/Shards/Hayden%20Panettiere/hayden_panettiere_candies_outakes_2008_oIY6bSU.jpg~original)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scarlett Steel (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948123#msg7948123)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Faces<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack<br/><hr/><br/>"You are stereotyping, a lot of guys that look like that are real gentlemen, nice guys." She shrugs but looks at them and the way they're basically claiming the pool table area as their own.  "Hmm, well there's a good way to find out." She flashes a smile at him, going from near ice to warm and bubbly at the drop of a hat.  She does turn to the floor, "Oh good, you did spot her." she winks then moves for the stairs.  She puts her hips into motion, swinging back and forth.  Her heels clip the floor as she heads straight for the table with the guys standing around it.  Scarlett picks up a pool cue when she gets close, grinning from ear to ear.  Assuming these guys are straight, she knows she should be turning some eyes towards her. "So who's up for a game? Or are you guys afraid you'll get schooled by a<i>girl</i>?" She smiles sweetly, she's...okay at pool, but it's not her forte.  She'd rather them be vamps and to stab them through the heart with the wooden pool cue, rather than actually play a game of pool.<br/><br/>She looks from one to the other, peering at tats, looking into their eyes, and generally looking for anything funky about them.  Of course they're punks, but do they have pentegram earrings, or tats, or do they have some kind of mystical doo-dad in all of those piercings?  Is there a soul behind those eyes and most of all, do they know who<i>she</i>is? Or is she another piece of meat to them?  All the while she looks like she's just flirting with the guys from anyone around the table.  She smiles, shifts her hips, and generally holds the frame of someone that's not afraid to flaunt what her momma gave her.