<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Steve Matthews/Mentions Anna-Tasha-Harley-Nathaniel/Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering->Fireside Group<br/><hr/><br/>"Ha!" Finding their attentions were syncing up, Amber gave a nod despite the bark of laughter she'd initially responded with. Without quite her meaning too, she unfolded her arms and pulled her hips and feet from their lazy contrapposto to initiate the walk toward their mutual destination. Those feet in question were bare, and while she wasn't in the nude, from the gauzy, green bit of kimono style top half to her clinging buckskin leggings stitching their way up her short, powerful legs, she might as well have been. At least once the firelight began to lick at her.<br/><br/>"Be honest with me. How many times has that worked without you batting those big blues of yours?" Amber was anything but a fool, she knew charm when she saw it. Whether the dial was down to a subtle one through three, or cranked up off the charts at eleven. Shaking her head, she lidded her eyes.<br/><br/>"Amber." She offered no last name, but then again he hadn't asked for the whole thing. Reaching out to scratch a single nail along the hem of his leather jacket, she sniffed. "And the brassy stranger who had the gall to knock into me and not take my hints to offer a name as a proper apology?"