Jackie<br/>Rusty's room<br/>With Rusty<br/><br/>Jackie laughed, a tingle of a bell kinda laugh that lit up her face. She could tell she was getting drunk could feel the swell of her body heating up and making her feel oh so hot. She ran her hand of the side of her thighs trying to keep her hands busy and her mind off how hot she was. Rusty was such a nice guy and such a flirt, but a sweet kinda flirt like she liked. “T’ank you, I’s keep da in mind when I’s get lost on camp’us.” She sat up again and clinked glasses with him as they toasted to a fun filled year. “H’era H’era” she swallowed the last of her glass and shook her head as the liquor burned down her throat. She set the empty glass down and lifted the end of her shirt up, revealing a silver loop belly button ring and a  voodoo heart tattoo  (http://tattoolovers.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/red-heart-voodoo-tattoo.jpg?w=425") next to her hip.  “Da down fall of drinkin, warms you’s up really fast.” She removed her shirt and set it next to her, leaving her in a black lacy bra.<br/><br/>She noticed Rusty’s eyes traveling up and down her body and tilted her head to the side. Did he find her attractive? No way, the bou’s back home had always pined her as a southern slut after her relationship with a jock at school turned nasty. But she had to remember she wasn’t in Louisiana, these people didn’t know her back story or who her family was. She smiled and crawled up the bed and tilted her head to see again what was on his screen. “So why did ya come here, when you’s could’ve gon to oth’a countries?” She tried to read the numbers on the screen but couldn’t really make sense of them. She chalked it up to being partly drunk. She turned her face to Rusty and waited for his answer, crouched down on all fours, and no more the a foot away from his own personal space.<br/>