<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/2b024afb173f3f28db2e45a1e20392b0/tumblr_p7vnlmEbeP1ws2odco1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Aubrey Clarke</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14905402#msg14905402)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black, lacy bodysuit tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a 'O' ring belt and gold jewellery/accessories. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/1d/b2/e41db296eed543184c2769068e506eae.jpg) A pair of black, peep-toe, stiletto pumps with red soles (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/30/a1/6830a15ad4abb6e9d0dd97483f73f6eb.jpg) and a small, black handbag with gold detailing. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e6/68/2d/e6682d5a357abbbd7f92647ef1e9f6bf.jpg)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17th - Night Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room, Rave Wars Warehouse Party<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Bit of Banter<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego Serrano<br/><hr/><br/>The man opposite her seemed to pause at the somewhat racist jest she’d cracked – anything was joke-able in her eyes – and Aubrey cocked an eyebrow, tilting her head in a taunting fashion, an confident smirk at her lips. She raised her glass to have another sip, the condensation from the ice wetting her plump lips before the liquid contents inside, and she happily watched him, leaning onto her elbow nearest the bar. The exchange between the two of them was amusing, to say the least.<br/><br/><em>”Welcome to SoCal, English Princess.”</em><br/><br/>Aubrey played along, delivering a low-effort mock curtsy back.<br/><br/>As he continued, her eyes widened a bit and she dropped her glass from her lips ever so slightly, taken aback by his impolite assumption in the form of a blunt jab. Her expression quickly changed from that of disbelief that someone was talking to her in such a way, to a wide grin and a crinkle of her eyes revealing the smile as genuine, clearly amused by his comments.<br/><br/>“Wow.” The scoff was all she could manage right away. Then she pressed her lips together to try to disguise her smile and raised both eyebrows approvingly, offering to share in his raised glass with her own; a toast to signify a damn good burn.<br/><br/>“It’s almost like you’ve had some experience with these types before.” The redhead took another sip of her drink, her doe-eyes scanning the club briefly from the tops of the glass before falling back on him.<br/><br/>“Well, sweetheart, it's not the Lambo-parading-posers I’m interested in.”<br/><br/>Aubrey stepped forward on her heels, closing the gap between them slightly. She passed the glass to her other hand, balancing it on the bar while her fingers toyed with the wet rim where her nude lip-gloss had left and imprint. She glanced him up and down once, her eyelashes fluttering flirtatiously.<br/><br/>“It’s what's on the inside that counts.” She pressed her spare index finger to the middle of his chest. “Right?”