<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Showers => Main Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Riley, Suzanne<br/><hr/><br/>"Yes. I'm not even sure if I should be up here." She considered the beat. It felt at odds with everything, but especially with sharing a shower. Naked and dripping to what may well have been a stripper's dance number changed the context, and now she was breathing through her mouth. "This would be the part of the movie where we experiment." Grooming fingers smoothed down the temples and behind the ears, where Lakresha had firsthand experience with the urge to close the eyes and drift away into the clouds. "Breath fogging on shower glass. There's danger skulking around, but the music's too loud..." Crimps tugged in her nails, and though she hadn't consciously meant to direct Riley's head, that was what was happening. "And we're too worked up."<br/><br/>The song was dimly heard downstairs and through hardwood. The chorus was pounded into her head from so many weeks sipping her coffee in the sound booth and waiting for the hour to roll over. It popped out, unbidden.<br/><em>♫ "I've been here all night"</em><br/>You had to move your hips to the song, once you'd seen it in action. The very metric of it was a sway and a pop perfectly mapped to the motion.<br/><em>♪ "I've been here all day-ay"</em><br/>Her hands clasped Riley's as a microphone. That shower reverb was too powerful not to lean in and milk this, even if her voice was too rich, so much better suited for the blues.<br/><em>♪ "And boy, got me walking side to side."</em><br/><br/>Toes swiveled on the wet tile as she stretched a towel around herself. "I work at the radio and I've heard this song three hundred and eighty-seven times." Now she was an audience, watching Riley shower, but the conversation took precedence over privacy. "I wonder if there's room tonight for karaoke. Would you be up for it?" She had experience slipping into a catsuit. This was not an affectation, the way curled toes delved into velvet like an Olympean diver, and the zipper sounded just enough to hold the one piece around her hips to stand. Her hair shook wild once more, and scattered into roiling waves. "It's really a great time." She waited on Riley before stepping out, just in case. Just in case there really was a ghost lurking.<br/><br/>The faces downstairs were recognizable by now, by voice if not all by name. How strange- the group just hours ago had seemed so much larger, but somehow it had shrank like a dream around just those Lakresha had met earlier. Maybe something like a mannequin run amok had turned them away.<br/><br/>A discreet smile for Suzanne, who had also snuck down to the basement, and who she'd met but not really. No name came to mind for her. She had the most stunning eyes, and that was what Lakresha remembered more than anything. It hadn't kicked off down here yet, despite the imploring rhythm bouncing off the walls. "What happened to your blonde friend?" She shrugged. "I guess Angel is around here somewhere too. This party is kind of spilling over, huh?"