Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2011 0:16:44 GMT 2
Tiff had been thinking for a while now about the FBI passes she had. Yeah they looked real but she had to compare them to something, the term smart blonde entered her head as the gears began to turn. It was still early in the afternoon to finish setting pieces up for what she was thinking. With a fevered hurry she tore open her closet and began to toss dress after dress on the bed hoping Leon wouldn't ask questions later. She could justify it to him but she still felt slurry for what she was thinking.
She began pulling wigs from her bottom drawer and a could fake movie IDs she would be using later that night and began by tucking her hair back and dawning a short spunky metalic red wig. She dropped the skinny jeans she was wearing as well as her bikini and slid a tight fitting deep blue dress on. Admiring herself in the mirror she had to break away to find a pair of heels that accented it. This alone was a quest as she tossed shoe after shoe out of the closet and flung them across the room. She finally found ones that laced up towards her knees, the soft glint from the black heels would show up nicely. She laced them on and struck a decent pose in front of her mirror, next she dropped the heels, wig, and dress before moving on. She had three outfits and three personas laid out for the next three days done quickly she changed into her first one and left the wig on a head rack before moving to get on makeup.
By the time she was done with the make up the sun was down and she was ready to go to the bars again. Earlier in the week she had marked three people she needed to get to, three guys she needed to steal badges from. That would start tonight, she raced to her car and within minutes was down the block from the bar. She pulled into a spot out of view from the front door and walked the rest of the way inside. There he was, agent Jason Alonso slowly she made her way past him brushing against him slightly as he reached for his drink, calmly she leaned forwards and with a slight British accent asked for a sex on the beach.
She began pulling wigs from her bottom drawer and a could fake movie IDs she would be using later that night and began by tucking her hair back and dawning a short spunky metalic red wig. She dropped the skinny jeans she was wearing as well as her bikini and slid a tight fitting deep blue dress on. Admiring herself in the mirror she had to break away to find a pair of heels that accented it. This alone was a quest as she tossed shoe after shoe out of the closet and flung them across the room. She finally found ones that laced up towards her knees, the soft glint from the black heels would show up nicely. She laced them on and struck a decent pose in front of her mirror, next she dropped the heels, wig, and dress before moving on. She had three outfits and three personas laid out for the next three days done quickly she changed into her first one and left the wig on a head rack before moving to get on makeup.
By the time she was done with the make up the sun was down and she was ready to go to the bars again. Earlier in the week she had marked three people she needed to get to, three guys she needed to steal badges from. That would start tonight, she raced to her car and within minutes was down the block from the bar. She pulled into a spot out of view from the front door and walked the rest of the way inside. There he was, agent Jason Alonso slowly she made her way past him brushing against him slightly as he reached for his drink, calmly she leaned forwards and with a slight British accent asked for a sex on the beach.
