<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the hot tub<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, Noonish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Playing games<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maya, Sora, Asami, Ris<br/><hr/><br/>When a woman's hands kneaded her shoulders, it was understood that this was to help her relax. She let Maya take the wheel, not because she needed any anxiety relieved, but because there were other pressures on her back that dedicated hands could help alleviate. It was the weird way her back rest against the edge of the tub, which left undue pressure right in the middle of the shoulderblades and had her shifting in search of comfort. It was the dark curls clinging to her skin, trapping the heat of the water against a neck stretched to the cool night air, which could use relief. It was the narrow bikini strap, which having bit into soft skin containing her heavy breasts now stirred with the motion of the water lapping, making her buoyant. It was a basic desire to be touched.<br/><br/>But the touch didn't come, Maya had other things in mind. Rapid fire, one after another. Tequila shots?<br/>"Say what-"<br/>Cursing Kiwi was unfocused. Not so much as Sora, who was now reminding her of one of those J-Pop fangirls. Both of them seemed like fun, yes, though Lakresha knew her heart, and it took to the hot tub like a crackling fireplace in wintertime, yeah, slowing down, savoring the smoky burn of rummy alcohol.<br/>"You don't have to rush me into falling down drunk, I'm already having a great time with you."<br/>There was much to be said for passion, even if it came unfocused. Passion was contagious. And there could be something there, for the duration of a cruise or a single night, if she suppressed her jazz lounge soul for a while, but what had she read about Leo's compatibility with a girl like that? Something about conflict, big arguments, angry sex.<br/><br/>"Besides, are you ladies even old enough to drink? I wasn't for real with the Truth or Dare, that's for teenage-"<br/>But Sora was getting the whole party on board, the girls on their way were presumably assembling the shots, and Maya was going to some effort to get Marissa on board which ought not go to waste.<br/>"Alright, you want to be silly, okay. Break out the nail polish and Ouija, we'll have fun."<br/><br/>"You know I like to talk, so hit me with a Truth."<br/>But there seemed to be some hesitation, some uncertainty on the rules of this game. It did little to shake the initial feeling that they were revisiting a game for pajama sleepovers, and that probably none of them had kept in practice in the last fifteen years.<br/>"She who issues the challenge poses the question."<br/>A mischievous smile, eyes planning for when it would be her own turn, shifting from woman to woman wondering whom should be foist into the spotlight after her. Waterbender would probably get a kick out of it; Ris was making a real attempt; Soft Eyes was continuing to surprise her; it was much too early to toss it back to Maya; Heartthrob Frankie did not strike her as the type to play with heart.<br/>"No pressure, you've got to set the tone for this. It's coming back to one of you, right, I get my turn after and you know I'm going to take it right to the limit. You best be nice for these girls' sake, Maya. I'm<em>so </em>thirsty for power over here."