<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Tiffany_Toth.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Krystle Bobbi Drake<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jared, Lily, Doc<br/><hr/><br/>Krystle was in her typical mood, bubbly.  Classes hadn't been too bad and she'd even scraped by with an eighty percent on the weekly quiz.  She'd been told numerous times by Bobby, her dad, that college classes were more difficult than high school, but so far she wasn't convinced.  There was almost no mandatory homework, and she only attended classes because Bobby would eventually hear about her skipping and then he'd lecture her.  It was best to avoid unneeded lectures, if at all possible.  Who wanted to be nagged by their dad all the time, anyway?<br/><br/>Krystle's golden curls fell loosely about her shoulders which were left bare, except for a thin strap, from her pale blue camisole.  The top was a cute little number, at least in Krystle's opinion, and paired well with the white ruffled skirt which ended just above her knees.  The open toed flats pulled the outfit together and the entire ensemble was designed to do one thing, make the guys notice without bringing down the wrath of the ever present faculty.  Krystle figured the outfit was accomplishing the later part of her plan well, since none of the faculty had told her to change that day.  Now she only needed to field test the outfit on a few of her male classmates to call it a success.<br/><br/>Krystle paused at the opposite entrance to the kitchen from where Jared had called into the lounge when her eyes fell upon Doc James.  She had to resist a sudden urge to feign a sprained ankle and remember not to bite her lower lip as she gazed at what some might call "genetic perfection."  Jared's shouting brought the blonde out of her day dream and caused her to giggle at herself.  Sure, Doc was hot, but he was old too. . . like way old.  Jared, on the other hand, was her age and if the outfit was going to work on anyone, it was her krasavchik.<br/><br/>Krystle slipped in behind Jared, touched his neck with a finger as cold as ice, her notorious, mischievous smile already prominent upon her lips, and chimed,<strong>"hello, cecyaneh."</strong>Her blue eyes twinkled with mirth as she waited for Jared to react to the surprise of her icy touch.<br/><br/>Once she saw the reaction she had been waiting for she turned her attention to Lily,<strong>"Hey, Lil, what'cha cookin, darlin?"</strong>There was no attempt to put a southern drawl on her speech.  She thought Rogue sounded lovely, the few times she'd met the woman when Jacque's parents visited, but Krystle knew better than to try and be something she wasn't.<strong>"So, besides making the place smell great, what're you two up to?  How were classes?  Anything new happen?"</strong>Krystle asked the pair before she wandered over to the refrigerator and began scrounging for food.  A moment later, Krystle reemerged with a stick of string cheese.