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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Yami made no reaction to Ember’s declaration aside from a single eyebrow quirk. He was about to open his mouth and respond when he heard her French friend speak up for him. Though, he would not have said what she had and coerced her to drink anyway. Still, a chuckle escaped his lips, shaking his head.<br/><br/>“Either way,” he began with a shrug, “nobody said you had to drink<i>alcohol</i>off of me. And nobody said I couldn’t just drink off of you if that would suit your fancy better.” The mischievous grin returned to his lips as his eyes have her shoulders and neck a quick glance, thinking about what he could do with a bit of alcohol and salt there.<br/><br/>His hip leaned against the bar, facing almost entirely towards the brunette now. “But, if this game is too much for you to play, then I will respect your wishes, and walk away. I’m sure I can find somebody else to play with.” He bumped his hip back off the bar counter and made to take a step away, stopping only to give her one more questioning look for her to change her mind if she so chose.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1dad3c10-f9a0-4921-8b76-7ab7943f47f6-jpeg.91457/" title="1DAD3C10-F9A0-4921-8B76-7AB7943F47F6.jpeg">
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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - cabana<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Hayley couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “I have little to no interest to return to London anytime soon, don’t worry. Though, I never did visit Las Vegas before. Glad to know I have more reason to, and that I know somebody there for when I do pop on over.” Her grin widened, chewing her bottom lip a bit at the closeness of him. Sterling wasn’t holding back as their bodies were once again almost completely on each other like they were on the dance floor. Instinctively her body seemed to turn just a bit towards him as well.<br/><br/>At first, Hayley narrowed her eyes suspiciously when he asked her to close them. Her grin remained on her lips, however, but eventually she decided to play along, mentally preparing herself for anything he might try (and possibly enjoy herself depending on what it was if anything). “Hmmm, my perfect guy, and perfect relationship, huh? Well, looks-wise, tall is a big plus for me. Knowing that I can wear heels and still be towered over is a pretty wonderful feeling. Muscles would be pretty nice as well. You get muscular men in the theater community, but it’s usually skinny muscular, needing to be more lithe and graceful than big and imposing. I think you can see why my eyes drew towards you so quickly.” She peeked an eye open to look at him and smirk, sticking just a bit of her tongue out from between her teeth at him teasingly, before closing her eyes again and continuing. “Personality-wise, I like kindness, humor. I want our relationship to be fun and filled with laughs, while also passionate and fiery. Like, any silly teasing or play-fighting session could easily evolve into something much more. But more than that, I want a relationship where we can let our hair down, let it all hang out, without any pomp and circumstance, and just be completely ourselves in the bare, whatever that may be….and still find each other attractive and be absolutely mad about each other.”