<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/Harriet_party.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Harriet Fox<br/><strong>Alias</strong>: Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=301924.msg14764117#msg14764117)<br/><strong>Job role</strong>: Minion<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Blake, any<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Party<br/><hr/>After a quick shower, she rinsed out her suit and left it hanging to dry, then spent some time carefully redoing her make-up. After Titan's teasing about 'seeing more of her', she decided only one outfit would do, the one she called the 'dangerously short skirt'. She usually wore it with black tights to tone the look down a little, but not tonight. 'If you've got it, flaunt it', and all that. Still, in a crowd with any number of telekinetics and air-benders, and any number of perverted senses of humor, certain...<em>precautions</em>... were advisable: she wore spandex shorts under it. For a top, she picked out an old music festival T-shirt that didn't really fit her, but didn't fit in the right way. Dancing, even perhaps on grass, meant the wedge sandals.<br/><br/>The tent was already crowded when she arrived. Harriet snagged a passing shot - being from England she didn't give it a thought - and knocked it back. The alcohol removed any trace of nerves, and she submerged into the maelstrom of dancing bodies. She loved dancing, and she'd have preferred a slightly thinner crowd so she could show off better, but she did her best in the crush. Her pleated skirt danced around the top of her thighs as she gyrated to the beat.<br/>