<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dayanara Cifuentes<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3rd | 11:45 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hot pink string bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Chillin' like a villain<hr/>One of the benefits of vacationing at an island resort was that very few people wanted to be bothered with the pool.  Why should they?  Surrounded by shimmering cerulean water and powdered sand, there was no real reason to waste time on a chlorinated pit of sub-par water.  Sure, it was kept impeccably clean but if it weren't for her general aversion to people Dayanara likely would have been elsewhere.  That morning, though, she'd woken up not wanting to bother with anyone.  She'd dug through her suitcase for her bikini and slipped it on, grabbing one of the many books she'd brought with her and her tanning oil, and closing her room door behind her.  It was unlikely the pool would be crowded; at least, the one she was headed for.  There were several on the island, so nothing was to say she couldn't go from one to another if one got too populated.<br/><br/>Walking around the bend toward the pool area, she ruffled her fingers in her wavy blonde tresses and scooped a white terry cloth towel from a wicker basket by the entrance to the pool deck.  No one in sight.  Score.  Her sunglasses were fished down from where they sat atop her head and she set them on the bridge of her nose.<br/><br/>Dayanara set her book and her tanning oil on a small table by one of the ivory loungers and stretched her arms above her head, linking her fingers together and arching her back.  After hearing the soft crack of her spine she sighed and shuffled over to the chair, the soles of her feet welcoming the warmth of the wood planking surrounding the pool - swinging one leg over the seat and sitting straddled on it for a few moments.  The silence was wonderful.  It was under-appreciated.<br/><br/>Not bothering to reach for her book, she lifted her legs and let them stretch out in front of her.  Her hand reached back and she reclined the seat a few degrees, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.  She would read in due time, but for now... she'd simply rest her eyes and soak in the unrelenting intensity of the sun's rays beating down on her tanned skin.