<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool deck party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>getting on 12ish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Hitting the water<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg), beach sandals, and a towel.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leah, Lakresha, open<br/><hr/><br/>Something about the mixture of different voices was kinda a turn-on.  Different<em>female</em>voices. Not that guys' speech didn't have their own characters and some times beauties, but they also basically sounded like guys.  This bunch, between the accents, the tones; maybe it was some secret sapphic superpower developing in her, affecting her hearing, but it just sounded...different. Less harsh, warmer, more welcoming. Voices you could sink into, like fluffy pillows.<br/><br/>Elsa, the power lifter as Ris thought of her, smiled at her, warned her about the drinks. Someone else, another lovely blonde with some sort of English-sounding lilt to her voice, made a comment about wondering who had picked the bloody things, and before she even thought about it, Marissa said to no one special, "Probably some guy with lesbian makeout fantasies."  God, could you even say that?  Was it not PC, or woke, or whateverthehell the term of the day was? She subsided with a sheepish grin, took another sip of the rocket fuel in her glass.  That was...Mary, Mara- Maya. That was the name.  Cuuuuute.  Couldn't remember what she did, but her smile was infectious.<br/><br/>Max was acting a bit like a stereotype, flirting like mad- so much for thinking she was another reserved one. OK, that was unfair. Maybe she was just sure of herself, comfortable. Must be nice.<br/><br/><em>"...Hope I am not late for the party..." </em>Damn, here came another one, long dark hair that looked like it'd be fun to play with- Rissa caught herself. One step at a time.  "Hey, Leah," she said quietly, barely audible above the music, and saluted with her glass.  "Think the party's gonna last a while.  So you're fashionable."  Yay! A joke! Not a good one, but it was a start. Another sip, and she worked her way over to the hot tub, and eased her way in. Lakresha was already there, which at least gave her something to look at. And something to say.<br/><br/>"We're not careful, this tub's gonna get awful crowded."  Another one. Wow, was she on a roll or what?