<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/2b024afb173f3f28db2e45a1e20392b0/tumblr_p7vnlmEbeP1ws2odco1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Aubrey Clarke</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14905402#msg14905402)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A black, lacy bodysuit tucked into a pair of tight black jeans with a 'O' ring belt and gold jewellery/accessories. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e4/1d/b2/e41db296eed543184c2769068e506eae.jpg) A pair of black, peep-toe, stiletto pumps with red soles (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/68/30/a1/6830a15ad4abb6e9d0dd97483f73f6eb.jpg) and a small, black handbag with gold detailing. (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e6/68/2d/e6682d5a357abbbd7f92647ef1e9f6bf.jpg)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17th - Night Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Room, Rave Wars Warehouse Party<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Buying Drinks<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Diego Serrano - OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Aubrey’s playful smile continued to curve the corner of her glossy lips as Janitor-Boy began his spiel regarding her statement. Her eyes flickered to his injured fist for a moment as he raised it, the club lights illuminating it in different colours at certain points, though just enough for her to make out the fresh wound marks of his knuckles, before her deep chocolate eyes flashed back to his once more. As he spoke, her finger that pressed to the centre of his chest drifted downwards a few inches, brushing against his torso flirtatiously before she withdrew her touch.<br/><br/>Bree didn’t draw back as he leaned forward to her and concluded his words with a proposition, a proposition that caused her eyebrows to raise, her chin to dip and her smile to grow, though this time an incredulous expression took a hold of her freckled features.<br/><br/>“Wow.” A scoffed chuckle left her. “How cute.” Her nose wrinkled along with the corners of her eyes as she mocked him, her tone playfully patronizing. “If you’re lucky, maybe another time.”<br/><br/>With that, Aubrey shot him a cheeky wink and lifted her own glass to her lips, downing the entire contents that remained, just under half the glass, before she placed it on the bar and turned her attention away from him, folding her arms and leaning forward against the surface once again. Test riding strangers was not on her nights to do list, though she wasn’t about to put her flirtations and banter under lock and key. That being said, Aubrey didn’t exactly have a goal for the night, other than not to get too wasted considering the event the next day that she planned to participate in.<br/><br/>“Another vodka-Redbull, please.” Aubrey didn’t both to glance back at the male who she’d previously been conversing with, though she still felt his presence there. “And a Corona. For the cleaning staff.” She cocked her head, gesturing in his direction as the bartender grinned and turned to fetch her order.