<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Goetz House<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>She glances towards the parked police cars, her own dark eyes narrowing slightly,<strong>"That's probably a good idea..."</strong>She offers as she looks over towards Elizabeth.<strong>"Go on.. Your home at least. call me as soon as you can, okay?"</strong><br/><br/>She watches her blond friend move towards the house she lived in. She was not willing to drive away, not yet, not until she was absolutely sure that she had gotten -all- the way home safely. She sat there idling in her Jeep until she was able to see Elizabeth go -in- the front door. She continued to silently curse herself for allowing her friend to get hurt in the first place.<br/><br/>Once the front door closes she backs up the four-by-four, speeding off down the road the opposite direction. Dark hair flowing behind her in the breeze caused by the topless vehicle. It was a cool evening, but the crisp air felt pleasant, kept her awake, aware. It was at that point that no matter what happened, she was going to stick to Elizabeth, she was -not- going to allow her friend to be hurt again and not be there to help.