<div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Relieved<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><strong>Open</strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Dorms, headed to room 115.  September 30, Midnight<br/><hr/><br/>Her eyes swung side to side down the hall but stopped dead when a messy blond head appeared with a bottle in hand.  His words brought a wide smile to her lips.  Hot guy across the hall, she should have known.  Aimee chuckled a little coming to a stop in front of him.<strong>"You beautiful son of bitch."</strong>She glanced at the bottle.<strong>"Damn, that's the good stuff."</strong>She held up her right index finger in a 'just one moment' signal.  The vertically challenged girl turned quickly, her pleated skirt swirling and giving quite of view of her fishnet covered thighs.   She opened her dorm room door to set her bag down quickly but gently so as not to hurt the camera in it.<br/><br/>Turning back to her hall mate she smirked.<strong>"What's your price, Jolly Green?"</strong>She had to tip her chin up to look up into his eyes.  The phrase 'climb him like a tree' tripped through her mind.  Yeah.  She needed to blow off steam majorly.  She must have lost her mind thinking she'd just plot how to get her professor in bed and be otherwise celibate.<br/>