<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/WHRT/Ezra/Ezra_zpsyfont9oi.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ezra Bardhi<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> First Year | Bronze Student <br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Whatever the fuck she feels like<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> In search of a Challenge<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering through the thick of things<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dawn (mentions), Javier | <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Ezra missed her little blast from the past mostly because she simply wasn't paying attention. Otherwise she might have spared at least a moment to begin working that fun little connection back into place. However, because she'd missed it, she was instead treated to a drive by frisking centered on her ass while being faced with yet another suspicious cup. One that looked a lot better now than it had the first time around thanks to her steadily tanking mood.<br/><br/>Balanced on skyscraper heels as she quite often was, Ezra's gaze shifted over her shoulder as if she might identify her mystery grabber but glanced back when an accented voice cut through the music. Big brown eyes landed on a slightly scruffy looking puppy of a male who had clearly had one too many or something given he was bare chested and sporting a tiara. It was too bad too since she got the feeling that his was the kind of hair you'd just love to have your hands in--you know, when it was clean.<br/><br/>In any case, she was for a moment at a loss as for how to deal with him seeing as he'd both asked her a question and commanded her to dance with him. At least he was smart enough to take advantage of her momentary hesitation so that the dark haired first year ended up with her hand in his half swaying to the music in a way that suggested she could do a whole lot more despite the heels and skirt but just wasn't, all while admiring his... coordination. <br/><br/><em><strong>"Joo are beautiful!"</strong></em><br/><br/><em>Way to state the obvious, McScruff.</em><br/><br/>Outwardly Ezra smiled though. "Why thank you. You're awfully pretty too." Her eyes jumped to his tiara briefly before returning to his face. "And no, grab and run wasn't my man. Though would it matter if he was?" She asked, both teasing and daring. <br/></span>