<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>Nighttime (Not sure of date or specific time)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room, Rave Wars Warehouse Party<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Naming Her Price.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego Serrano<br/><hr/><br/>Aubrey briefly regarded the man who pulled up beside her and ordered his drink, though she wasn’t paying enough attention to overhear their conversation as the barman served up the ice-cold Corona. The redhead took the shot she’d ordered in one hand and knocked it back with a slight grimace as the liquid warmed her throat, a feeling she could never quite get used to regardless of how many times she ordered it. She followed up with a sip of her vodka-Redbull and turned, resting the small of her back against the bars edge, dark brown eyes scanning the crowds aimlessly as she pressed the cool glass to her plump bottom lip. She wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for amongst the crowd of car enthusiasts, hell, she wasn’t sure if she was looking for anything at all, but nevertheless her thoughts were mildly interrupted when the stranger beside her glanced her up and down and decided to speak up.<br/><br/><em>"Hey mamacita, what's your price?"</em><br/><br/>Doe eyes turned on him, only just really observing the man. The two were similar heights in most part due to her stiletto heels, and he wore a gold chain around his neck that hung over his T-shirt which almost contradicted the red plaid shirt left unbuttoned over top of it. Her study was obvious, a groomed eyebrow raising adding to the unimpressed expression on her freckled features.<br/><br/>“Is this what I’m expected to get used to now?” Aubrey rolled her eyes, turning away from the man, disinterested in his opening line though not obviously angry or offended. “I miss Englishmen.” She sighed, taking another mouthful of her mixer.<br/><br/>Of course, not every English man happened to be a gentleman, but she sure as shit was happy enough to continue to spread that stereotype in hopes of more favourable first impressions from anyone who might approach during her time in the states.<br/><br/>“I’m sure whatever price it is, it’s too much for the janitorial staff to afford.” A cheeky smile crept onto her lips and she tilted her head ever so slightly to glance back over at him from the corners of her eyes, wondering how he would take the joke with rather stereotypical undertones. Either way, it was bound to be amusing.