--------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><b>Name:</b>Sonja Bowerson<br/><b>Location:</b>Her room --> Pool<br/><b>With:</b>Everyone at the pool, Jamming with Mikuari<a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="@SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">@SilentFairy</a><br/><b>Doing: </b>Daily Task<br/><b>Content Warning:</b>Can't think of one.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>People were milling around, most heading for the pool. For Sonja it was dinner time, late evening, but here it was early afternoon. She wasn't exactly hungry, though. Travel and meeting strangers tended to make her loose her appetite. Give it a few hours and she would be ravenous, she knew. The form-fitting swimsuit she was wearing actually supported her breasts and held her tummy in to a certain extent, and accented her curves. She could also feel it pressing tight against her crotch, and she couldn't help wondering if she was showing off a camel-toe. Well if she was, she was, She popped her sun glasses and hat back on as she stepped outside, glancing around. "Hi folks..." She grinned, trying to put a brave face on her natural reticence.<br/><br/>A boisterous redhead was greeting everyone and reading out tasks. And a cute looking Japanese girl was plucking on a guitar, playing the melody from a Queen classic. Sonja smirked and sat next to the girl, joining in with the song, that just happened to be one of her favourites.<br/><br/>"... Mama, I just killed a man<br/>Put a gun against his head,<br/>Pulled my trigger now he's dead<br/>Mama, life had just begun<br/>And now I've gone and thrown it all away<br/><br/>"Mama, Ooooh-Ooooh,<br/>Didn't mean to make you cry.<br/>If I'm not back again this time tomorrow<br/>Carry on, Carry on,<br/>As if nothing really matters...."<br/><br/>Her voice was a pleasing if untrained mezzo soprano, and while she did miss the occasional note, she could definitely carry a tune, in fact she would often sing to herself in her kitchen.<br/><br/>When the song finished she grinned at the girl. "Hi. I'm Sonja. Nice to make your acquaintance. So, do you know any Simon And Garfunkle?"