<strong>Who:</strong>Sharon<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining Room<br/><strong>What:</strong>Meeting people<br/><br/>Sharon acknowledged Rachel and smiled back at Connor, enjoying it as his gaze traveled her body. After all, what's the point of wearing Versace if you don't get people to look?<br/><br/>"I'm from L.A." She preferred telling people L.A. to Hollywood, because that always led to them asking her if she was an actress, which she wasn't. She'd thought about it, but she had been hopeless the couple of times she had actually gone to auditions.<br/><br/>She started to go over to introduce herself to Liz, then paused for a second when she got a good look at her. She had kind of a scary punk thing going on, and it made her a little nervous -- she was used to catty party girls, but not so much to actual tough girls. Not that she could afford to show it if she wanted to keep the upper hand around here. So she resumed her walk and extended her hand. "Hi! Sharon. Nice to meet you."