#prometheusburns

Hi!

Cleo had never been the party going type, they weren't really her scene. Not to mention, she was usually sleeping while her friends were out. It wasn't that she had never been invited to one, she just never saw the appeal of them. However, she figured there could be no harm in going tonight. A new year, a new outlook on life, right? Fluffing her hair out around her shoulders, Cleo looked down at the dress she was wearing. Red was definitely her colour, but perhaps the leather and skin were a bit much? However, her mother picked out the dress, so thankfully Cleo trusted her fashion sense. Sitting herself down on the edge of Cameron's bed, she slipped on her shoes. Once she had them on and was sure that they wouldn't kill her feet, she stood and walked over to the bathroom that led into his room. Leaning against the door, she rocked back on one heel and watched him as he got dressed. "You take longer than I do, Burns."

Don't take that as an opportunity to talk to me.

I see Jax hasn't killed you yet. For now we'll say that's a good thing.

Well... Look who it is.