<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, a little after Midnight<br/><hr/><br/>Multitasking had become second nature to the easily distracted girl.  Shiny objects, a bangin' bod, a shaft of light hitting a flower just so, it didn't take much.  Currently she managed to watch the screen and the dude next to her.  And didn't just get a big, fat, smug grin on her lips when he checked her out.  At least the outfit worked for<em>someone</em>tonight.  Fuckin' straight lace professor.  Like a lot of girls playing video games she leaned to one side or the other when her little avatar went around corners like it would somehow help.<br/><br/><strong>"I was angling for the trouser tent from a certain prof but dude must be into dudes.  He actually wanted to talk about my drawing tonight!"</strong><br/><br/>She didn't detect a single clue he'd even noticed how hot she looked in the short skirt.  Seriously, what a waste but she couldn't get those baby blues outta her head.  She just wanted to climb up on his desk, grab his tie and<strong>"Aw fuck!"</strong>she growled as her little guy on the screen spun out after hitting she didn't even know what.<strong>"You cheater."</strong>Two could play at that game.<br/><br/>With her eyes still on the screen she leaned towards him a bit and angled herself so if he did happen to glance to the side? He'd be getting an eyeful down the keyhole in her black halter top.  She picked up some kind of bonus and fired it and Brad's little dude.<strong>"I'm failing to see how that's incentive to win."</strong>