Yolanda felt eyes on her and turned her head towards a male. She caught him just as he was turning away and began to chat with a couple of other strangers. Her eyebrows knitted together in mild curiosity, making her wonder what exactly he had been thinking when he looked at her. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back on the group, one hand coming untwined briefly to pull at the strap of the simple singlet she was wearing. The white of it almost matched her skin and only served to make the thick lines of her tattoo stand out in contrast.

Yolanda took another glance around at the surrounding faces and started to give nicknames to people based on their features and clothing, if only to pass the time. [i]Sticks[/i], she thought as she looked at a thin girl with impossibly thinner legs. She smiled a little to herself and continued to nickname whoever she laid eyes upon.