<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mae6zwWs9N1qjuprpo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Naomi Maressi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nobody I know, oh there's Belle!<hr/><br/>Naomi hadn't noticed the pace of everything due to flopping face first upon the well settled cushioned couch. Her suitcases besides her since she had nowhere to put them just yet. Her drunkenness was slowly drifting away, which meant she could be her normal lovely self. She switched over to peer upwards at the ceiling, taking noticed of the ceiling fan which was spinning slowly. Or was it just her that it was slicing silently without the slightest hesitation. The shiny white blades spun and spun and spun and..spun.. Naomi pressed a hand to her lips as she felt herself growing sickened at the slow steady spinning. She stood up and rubbed the back of her neck. It seemed most of the girls went into the kitchen. Lovely, more drinking. She had noted the pair moving upstairs, though she decided to keep to herself. She slipped out of her coat to expose the strapless part of the dress. Her scarf still well draped about her neck as she walked to the kitchen. Her strides steady and elegant as she walked in. Her arms tied around the wine crate. She placed the crate upon the counter and gave all the ladies around her most loveliest smile. The kind that shaped her lips up in plush heart, cheekbones upwards, and eyes scrunched lightly.<br/>"I apologize for my erm..Entrance..But I'm Naomi Maressi, but please call me Naomi or whatever you see fit." Her voice chimed lightly with a hint of an Irish accent. Yet it seemed that it was being muffled by an 'American' one.<br/><br/>As she placed the crate down she reach for a kitchen knife and pried the box open. It seemed that she was nearly sober as she worked the crate open. Slipping the two sleek bottles of wine from them she huffed lightly. Thank god she snagged something from her sister as she was being rushed out. She gave off a shy yet cheerful vibe upon lowering the knife.<br/>"Ah um, i hope this can serve as my apology." She spoke with a hand closer to her mouth her cheeks tinting pink. This time from the nervousness she faced with large crowds.