Date Posted:12:09:35 07/03/04 Sat Author: Tara Subject: She arched a brow and tugged at the stings of her joggers absently, switching her hips before pushing away from the counter "Oh... I was dancing... working on a new routine for my class... Hey you want a drink?" She forgot her manners sometimes- she tended to forget when people weren't used to being in her house, where she expected everyone to help themselves to anything. In reply to:
Jake
's message, "
>He had flowers sent here the day before and now here
>he was himself - clad in dirty style torn jeans, flip
>flops,and a tight tee shirt that read "Beachtown
>Summer camp". His hair was messy but stylish, his eyes
>wandering over the house. This place seriously
>hardcore money, definate plus - not to mention the
>girl was gorgeous...it was turning into a nice little
>distraction for awhile...
