<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey smiles and says a polite<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Hey girls!"</span>as she watches sit down across the table from her. The witch in red sits right beside Alex, snuggling up to him as she gives Abbey a bit of a glare, which was nothing compared to the other two witches which seemed to be staring daggers at Abbey.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)"><b><u>GM To Alex</u></b></span><br/>Ariana's red latex gloved hand comes to rest on your thigh as she gives it a playful squeeze, really close to your crotch. After a glare, she totally ignores Abbey, not even returning a hello or anything. Apparently, Ariana didn't appreciate the competition and Abbey was most definitely as competitive as it gets in that arena...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey was trying to be really nice, but sensing a definite chill in the air, Abbey mimes a 'Wow...' with her perfect lips before grabbing her plate and saying<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Good luck with that Alex..."</span>as she stands up and walks away. She could sense that Ariana was really not liking her right at this moment and her two other friends were definitely echoing the sentiment based on their body language and how they looked at Abbey.<br/><br/>Abbey would walk off, in that 'oh so perfect' walk as she sought a different place to go finish her lunch without cock-blocking Alex.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33413" data-username="@bodman54" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33413/">@bodman54</a>