<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/780fc3e1d17ec61741f17f6cfaee6a00/tumblr_o01y8ajqBq1ufykndo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Carmen Vega<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Silver Class<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Bored out of her skull<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>Sept 20, 2015 | 7PM<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Carmen and Shane's introduction<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Shane (Mxyzptlk)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Carmen's room<br/><hr/><br/>Carmen's laughter bounced around the vacant dorm room, giving her-at least the illusion of- company. She hated to admit that she was lonely. In fact, she never did. No, Carmen would rather live in the very obvious state of denial and focus on terrorizing the fragile psyches of others than speak aloud the fact that she really missed being home with her friends, her cousins, and the luscious ladies of her favorite club. So, rather than tumble down that depressing sink hole, she spent a great deal of her evenings texting her cousin, Javi, and reminding him of the predicament he'd landed himself if with her help. Tonight was no different. She had just gotten him particularly wound up when she heard the knock on her door.<br/><br/>Tossing her cell to the bed- the screen filling up by the second with rapid-fire bilingual texts from Javi- she ran to the door and pulled it open with some oomph. Maybe it was the pizza she ordered a half hour ago. She loved fucking with delivery drivers' minds answering the door in whatever way she could to get a rise out of them. Tonight, she was wearing a white wife-beater tank, no bra, and superman underoos, which could barely contain the bountiful booty she was so gloriously blessed with. Of course, the grin that started out when the door opened dropped away instantly. If this was the pizza guy- or girl- then hot DAMN... she needed to order form there more often!<br/><br/>"Well," she started, "judging by the lack of cheesy, saucy heaven assaulting my nose, I'm going to assume you don't have my pizza."