<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b><u>Abbey Chase</u></b></span><br/>Abbey blinked a couple of times as the Ectoplasts who had asked for consent seemed rebuffed by the mundane student beside her. He would apologize for intruding before oozing away, apparently disappointed.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"This was possibly a bit rude, but thanks for that anyway. I've already had one encounter today and well.... I could use a break"</span>said Abbey to the good looking latex clad chap standing next to her. "So, what's your name?" she asked just as Janey came back o the table. She would tell her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Yes. Signups for lifeguards doesn't seem that popular. That's so strange, because back home, there's a huge waiting list for these spots..."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><a class="username" data-user-id="33413" data-username="@bodman54" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33413/">@bodman54</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="7397" data-username="@Haluesen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/7397/">@Haluesen</a> </span>