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[sub][color=D87093][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ballroom at the Plaza[right][color=D87093][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Dr. Jacob Foster[/right][/sub][hr][hr]

She was a bit surprised when he encapsulated her hands into his own.  She looked up at him, grinning like a 12-year-old girl at her first dance with a boy.  His hands were warm and smooth, indicating that he was not a man of the earth.  One of the mind?  His hands slipped from her and she returned it to her drink.  Swirling the liquid around in her glass she responded, [color=D87093]"Nice to meet ya, Jacob."[/color]  She pronounced his name in the old style "ya-cub."  She sipped her drink and listened to him speak on his hopes for the trip.  And the fact that he had thrown together an eclectic mix of clothes.

[color=D87093]"That's damn clever!  I didn't even think of that.  I hear vacation and I think warm sandy beaches and topless men handing me drinks while I lounge by the sea.  I hope we don't go somewhere cold!  I'll have to buy clothes."[/color]  She laughed lightly, her last two sentences indicating her joke.  She would absolutely love to go clothes shopping.  Placing her chin on her upturned palm, rested her elbow against the bar counter.  [color=D87093]"I can't say I necessarily hope for one thing or another.  I just want fun and adventure.  There is nothing quite like spontaneity, you know?  But, a place I have always wanted to go was Macchu Picchu.  Or any ancient ruin really.  Oh!  Or Stalin's grave!  I doubt that is on our list of activities though."[/color]  Another laughed and she leaned back from the bar.

[color=D87093]"You know, I think that dude over there is famous.  Lee Walsh.  What do you think?"[/color]  She gestured with her chin toward the man speaking with the African-American girl.  [color=D87093]"I'll bet I'm right.  He had people flaunting over him earlier.  Looks like he's found reprieve."[/color]