(http://oi66.tinypic.com/5lnxcn.jpg)<br/><strong>Name: Snowden Frost<br/>Sorting: Bronze Class<br/>Orientation: Gay, possibly curious<br/>Mood: Lusty and friendly<br/>Location: North Court, with Rabbit<br/>Time: Fall Term, 12:50 pm<br/>Outfit: Black leather corset, well-worn blue jeans, soft suede flat boots, hair pinned up halfway with chopsticks, gothic makeup with black lipstick and nails. Silver earrings and a black leather spiked choker, no purse<br/>Tag: Rabbit</strong><br/><br/><br/>Snow saw the wariness in him, the sharp eye. What also got her is she could tell he didn't sample his own products, which was a massive bonus for her. His eyes were clear, not glassy, and he had that clean smell to him that didn't reek of the cigarettes and other chemistry. Also, his clothes were clean, neat, well-kept, and his hygiene was good. Dealers that did their own stuff were a problem, and dangerous. She took a long drag on her own smoke and slowly blew it out, grinning as she did in response to his comment. His voice was even nice, mellifluous, even, practiced. He knew his trade, and he was likely trying to see if she was a narc or something - which she understood. The best dealers were the ones who were never caught.<br/><br/>She thought she might like to keep in touch with this one. The bad-boy thing was a turn on, and he had some gorgeous eyes. "Yeah, well, everything does these days. I figure I'll go where the<strong>grass</strong>is<strong>greener</strong>and take what doesn't kill me, eventually." She switched hands with the smoke, sliding her hand into her back pocket, realizing he was needing to feel her out first and being okay with that. "I'm Snow, by the way. And thanks for the light, um...." She gave the look like she was actually a bit embarrassed and relaxed her stance, trying to use her body language to send him the subtle messages.<em>No trouble here. No intention of it, either. I actually would like to be friendly with you, and maybe make a score.</em>