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</div><b>Name: Myra Cecmanek<br/>
Age: 21<br/>
Date/Time: Sat July 31 - 14:00<br/>
Location: Villa<br/>
Wearing: loose white cold shoulder beach shift with pink-strapped black twist bikini beneath<br/>
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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></b><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Myra smirked again when Antonio suggested that he'd been cock blocked.  Norm continued to strum his guitar, yet no one joined him.  They party had been killed as quickly as it had been struck up.  The pool was attracting some of the girls.  The Asians had disappeared somewhere and Hayley was wandering off hand-in-hand with football guy as expected.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:darkorange">"Who wants to do body shots?!?</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:hotpink">"I will pass, not much of a drinker."</span><br/><br/>Punk girl wandered off.  Myra was surprised.  She thought she'd at least hang out and make friends.  As it were they still didn't even know each other's names.  On the way out to the sunshine she took a jab at country boy Norm.  That was sassy, so there was<i>some</i>spunk in her.  If she had to guess, she would say that Hayley would be the first to get some actual spunk in her soon.<br/><br/>"I'm down," Myra shrugged and followed Antonio into the kitchen where he was preparing the garnish.  presentation and custom seemed to mean something to him.  That was good.  "Pleased to meet you, I'm Myra by the way," she winked as she removed her sunglasses from the top of her head and shook out her hair a moment before replacing the frames to hold back her locks, yet left the shoulder strap from her beach dress still hanging at her elbow.