<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931886#msg14931886)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front of ship bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, 11:30<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Arrival - A little withdrawn<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One-piece swimsuit (https://i.imgur.com/Qs8OOtj.png), sandals with raised heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, open<br/><hr/><br/>The drink wasn't half bad, it definitely tasted heavily of alcohol though, no doubt about that. On Amelia's part she was carefully sipping on it, her new neighbor didn't seem so inclined. Aaaand subsequently felt the burn, both figuratively and literally as she had to ask the bartender for ice. it was enough to get a chuckle out of her though, so maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.<br/><br/>Still, looking over... She'd expected the other guests to be attractive, though she hadn't thought she'd be sitting next to some Scandinavian supermodel. That was her first guess anyway, given she hadn't seen the passenger manifesto when she was in her room.<br/><br/><em>She's so far out of my league isn't she...</em><br/><br/>Amelia knew those kinds of thoughts were counterproductive beyond belief, but it was hard not to have them. It was supposed to be some kind of dating cruise, she knew she had to put herself out there a bit. Even if it meant... Well, aiming leagues above.<br/><br/><strong>"Amelia, yes. And you're..."</strong>Well obviously her name was Elsa, Amelia was trying to pin down nationality. The accent was without a doubt Scandinavian, but she doubted it was Norwegian. She'd heard the Norwegian accent enough that she could somewhat reasonably rule it out. She knew Danish and Swedish were very similar in accents though. It was kind of a gamble, but she felt more confident it was Swedish.<strong>"Swedish, I'm guessing?"</strong><br/><br/>She had another few sips of her drink. She knew she had to get some alcohol pumping in her blood so she'd relax a bit. While she wasn't noticeably tense or anything, her mind was in different places, and she'd prefer them to stay on the ship.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm, don't know about relaxed, but I'm used to the travel if nothing else,"</strong>Amelia said. She had another sip of her drink. She could see she was approaching the bottom already, kind of a good thing she figured.<strong>"Not stellar, I'll admit that much."</strong>Amelia let out a half-hearted chuckle before continuing.<strong>"First vacation in five years and I get the whole spiel from my mother that I never visit. It is what it is, hopefully some drinks, and some good company, will let me forget."</strong><br/><br/>Speaking of good company, she turned as Elsa gave someone else some attention. First glance... Tomboyish, a lot more "visibly" lesbian than a lot of the others. Looked like fun though, she couldn't deny that. Given Elsa had already made contact, Amelia on her part just raised her glass and nodded to an empty seat with a welcoming smile.