[center][url=http://fontmeme.com/handwriting-fonts/][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Clover&name=ASafePlacetoFall.ttf&size=40&style_color=A5DED9[/img][/url][/center][hr]Clover is just as surprised as the foreigner when Delilah pulls her bikini top aside and flashes him. She is also equally enraptured because[i] oh sweet mother of God that was the most perfect rack in the history of all mankind.[/i]

The older girl was no slouch when it came to the lovely tata department, but damn, those things deserved a gold medal.

Within a couple of minutes the gentleman sends them all drinks and Clover is wondering if she should go grab her notebook to take notes, because clearly she has [b]a lot[/b] to learn.[hr]
Well, they’re at the deck party now, and Clover is 100% sure that this is a bad idea. She’d turn around and run back to the cabin this very instant, but Lila had spent so much time helping her get ready that the ginger thought it would be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste. Not to mention she had something very specific to accomplish this evening...

Clover’s homework assignment for tonight was to get over Jareth by getting, ahem, [i]comfortable[/i] with another man. Well, a woman would probably work too, Clover supposed. She should keep as many options open as possible at this point, she was gonna need all the help she could get.

The base is so heavy that the future game warden can feel the vibrations in her teeth and the dance floor is packed with gyrating party goers. Clover is lovely, her hair curled perfectly, a splash of lavender oil behind her ears, and not to mention the [url=http://www2.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Cintia+Dicker+SI+Swimsuit+Location+Hosted+PAd0oEd0CTbl.jpg] white dress she was wearing[/url] made her legs look about ten miles long, but she still feels like a spectator watching some sort of alien courtship ritual. These sorts of things had been so much easier when she was dating Jar. Whenever she was feeling nervous he would just tuck her under his arm and make her laugh so hard that she forgot all about looking silly or that she didn't know any fancy dance moves.

[i]Fuck.[/i] She was thinking about him again, wasn’t she? [i]‘Right. Time to get liqueured up,’[/i] the freckled girl decides, shouldering her way through the dance floor to get to the bar. “[color=lightblue]Hey[/color],” she calls, flagging down the bartender, “[color=lightblue]Can I get an old fashioned? A double, please[/color].”

“Sure thing, little lady,” the older woman says with a wink, causing the college student to giggle nervously. The blonde was beautiful, there was no question about that, but she looked like she was at least ten years Clover’s senior. Not exactly her first choice, but it was good to have backups, right? 

The barkeep comes back and presses the cocktail into her hand, fingers lingering just a touch too long to be professional. “Here you go, darlin’,” the lady drawls, leaning over the bar so her face was a little closer to the redhead’s now. “Come back and see me when you're runnin’ low. I'll fix you up [i]real[/i] nice,” she assures, reaching up to tap the tip of Clover’s nose playfully.

The freckled girl resists the urge to lick her lips and ruin the red lipstick that Lila had artfully applied earlier and takes a sip of the cocktail instead. “[color=lightblue]It’s good[/color],” Clover admits, flashing the other a flirty smile. “[color=lightblue]I’ll swing back by when I need a touch up[/color].”

“You be sure and do that, sugar,” the bartender explains, patting Clover’s cheek gently before closing the gap between them and slating her mouth against the redhead's for a quick peck. Clover squeaks, jerking back and pressing her fingers gingerly against her lips. “Well aren't you the cutest little butterbean this side of Louisiana?” The blonde giggles with another provocative wink before trotting off to take care of the next customer.

“[color=lightblue]Huh,[/color]” Clover huffs, pursing her lips and tasting the other girl’s cupcake flavored lipgloss. “[color=lightblue]...ha, maybe I can do this,[/color]” The speckled girl murmurs to herself, her lips still buzzing from the quick kiss as she takes another sip from her cocktail.

[i]'Right,'[/i] she decides, turning back to the dance floor and squaring her shoulders. [i]'Time to go hunting.'[/i]