Her gaze just sort of snags on his face as she scans the crowd the way everyone does at parties. Seeing who’s who. The second time, though, she’s looking specifically for the blond man with the loud laugh who’s entirely focused on the short redhead in a dress a size too small. She’s all hair and heels and cleavage, and if Liesel were to get much closer, she’s sure the woman would be all perfume, too. That’s okay. Liesel’s a lot more than tits and lipstick, and predatory women like that are lots of fun to usurp. Liesel waits, though. This party is full of single hotties, and she’s not really that into blonds as a rule. There is something about him, though. The laugh, for one thing. It turns heads, not just hers. The redhead can’t quite keep up with him, though bless her tiny heart, she’s trying. Liesel circulates. She thinks of leaving. She changes her mind when she passes by the makeshift bar someone’s set up at the kitchen table and finds the blond man struggling with a couple slices of lime and a bottle of rum.
