<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/WHRT/Ezra/Ezra_zpsyfont9oi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> In search of a Challenge<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dancing somewhere in the middle of it all <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javier | <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">"Mmhmm. Ok, <em>papi</em>." <br/><br/>Yeah, the pretty puppy had definitely had one too many. Actually... make that about five or six too many, if she was any judge. How he was on his feet, she didn't know, but she got the feeling that in addition to dancing with her he might well be using her to help keep him upright. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about was that <em>all</em> of her personal space had just evaporated. Like <em>Poof.</em> Leaving her in a damned hot ass cocoon of body heat dialed up to 11.<br/><br/>"Damn. Guess you like close then, huh?"<br/><br/>His hands on her back seemed hot enough to burn as they settled and rode just above the curve of her ass. Pulled closer, her body nestled into his, making full on contact in several interesting spots. It was possibly a step too much too soon given she'd just met the guy but what the hell? She'd let him have a small taste. She was nice like that. He likely wouldn't remember it come morning anyhow and Ezra wasn't worried about him getting too excited. Probably was gay as hell anyway given where they were. Still, she couldn't help but think that maybe a little dancing would help get her into the party mood so she could stop thinking about the big jerk she'd been forced to leave and just unwind. Lord knew she needed it. <br/><br/>Reaching up, Ezra looped a hand around Mr. Scruffy's neck and followed his openly dirty ass moves trying to catch his rhythm. It was there but she always found it just a little awkward trying to sync up between an intoxicated person and a sober one. Like somehow they just didn't hear the same thing--which was kinda crazy given the music was so loud she could feel the bass vibrating through her. "So uhh, your boyfriend isn't gonna be mad if they see you dancing with me right?" She asked, leaning toward his ear to speak over the music. They were sorta dancing like fucking might be on the menu, regardless of her actual intentions, but she wanted no mistakes. "I'm not in the mood for a bitch fight tonight."</span>