<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Catching up...<hr/>"Sounds like a plan then."<br/><br/>Jake's agreement made her smile as she strolled along before him and she imagined she could feel his gaze on her. The urge to glance back and see was there but she ignored it. She didn't need confirmation, Desiree was sure that even if he wasn't looking he wanted to, and that was enough for her. The tiniest of seeds was all it took after all. Should she choose to pay attention to it there was no doubt she could get it to grow.<br/><br/>The silence that settled between them briefly was easy enough. Dark eyes scanned the neighborhood that at times felt like a giant fishbowl, roaming over lawns manicured within an inch of their lives, and pretty houses that sheltered some of the most fucked up people she'd ever known. For a moment she considered asking Jake what it was he saw when he looked at the seemingly quiet rows of large, sprawling homes, but that was potentially more heavy than she wanted to get just now. She was looking for fun, a distraction. A release. Being the "Perfect Princess" took more work than most would assume. She was ready for a break--however short lived.<br/><br/>It was the lack of footsteps to echo hers that brought her up short. Stopping, Desi turned to spot Jake's detour, wondering just what idea he'd gotten in that mysterious head of his.<br/><br/><em>“Feel like taking a little dip?”</em>She followed his nod and retraced a few steps to move closer to his position.<em>"A real pool party."</em><br/><br/>"Sure. I mean, I had sooo been looking forward to a nice refreshing swim." She had not but that little detail wasn't important. Moving toward the gate he'd nodded to, she reached up, even going up on tiptoe to flick open the latch. She had no idea whose house this was but that detail wasn't important to her just now either. Years of silently wreaking havoc and slipping around unnoticed had taught Desiree quite a bit about quite a lot. What pertained most to this point in time though was the fact that most people in this area tended to fall into one of two categories: those who were super paranoid and went high tech security and/or heavy duty locks on<em>everything</em>or those who apparently didn't know what locks were at all. Apparently the owner of this particular house fell under the latter category.<br/><br/>"Ah, here we go." She pushed the gate open and lowered back down to stand evenly, peering into the yard to make sure there were no obvious surprises waiting for them. "Though... now that I think about it, I'm afraid I forgot my swimsuit," she started to step through and slanted an impish glance back at him as she added, "I hope that's not gonna be a problem?"<br/><br/>