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</div>Name:</b>April May<br/><b>Age:</b>24<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Friday, August 6th - evening<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Backyard -> Bar<br/><b>Wearing:</b>see image<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Jules<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a>| Sterling<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>| Logan<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>| Gian<a class="username" data-user-id="6928" data-username="insidioustorment" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6928/">insidioustorment</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>April sipped at her drink as she listened the conversation unfold, committing names to memory as new people showed up, nodding at each of them.<i>Dammit these guys were cute</i>, she thought to herself, glancing at Logan, Sterling, and Gian. How the hell is a girl supposed to choose?! That’s when the talk of jobs came into the fold, and April had to hesitate and try to think of how to answer. Last thing she wanted was to show off, but she didn’t exactly want to lie either.<br/><br/>When Jules mentioned her own profession, April tried not to spit out her drink. What are the odds that one of the people here was a photographer?? She wanted to respond to that with the irony of it all, only for Logan to mention his own profession next. A writer. Not bad, she nodded with an impressed smile. Then Gian mentioned racing and that caused her eyebrows to lift some. “That one’s pretty damned cool, not gonna lie.” She said to him with a point of her finger, “as for me,” she chuckled, looking between Jules and Gian, “it’s pretty funny you mention photography and how she should be on the other side of the lens. I’m actually a model myself.”<br/><br/>She then turned to Jules full on now with a small glint of excitement in her eyes, “I could actually offer you a different sort of subject to your photography business than weddings. I definitely know we could use a more strong female presence taking pictures in my little niche area of modeling. Goodness knows there’s plenty of gross dudes drooling over us while we’re working, and it’s getting a little exhausting.” She chuckled, “it’s uh…cosplay, if you’re curious.”