<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ny2tFm2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dana McQuarie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323155.msg15513548#msg15513548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pretty Much Nothing<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Madame Siren's (bathhouse)->Dana's Place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree "Coyote" Kyota, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dana liked how Coyote thought. "Well... it would save us about a minute..."<br/><br/>So it was a foregone conclusion that the two women were running at a full sprint through the streets in nothing but optimistically fastened towels with their clothes piled in their arms. They stopped traffic several times - not just through their unorthodox manner of dress, but as a result of crossing busy streets without regard to cars, trucks, jaywalking laws, or anything other than the quickest path from Point A (the bath house) to Point B (Dana's bed, or maybe her couch, or kitchen table - they'd figure that out when they got there.)<br/><br/>She was still at a dead run as she rushed by the doorman, sputtering out, "HiFrankThisIsCoyoteSorryWe'reInAHurryNight!" and reaching the elevator in the back, madly mashing at the up button and mentally wishing the car down faster. No sooner had the bell rung as she tugged Coyote inside, the doors still closing as she pressed four with her finger, Coyote's face with her lips, and the rest of Coyote's body with her own.