<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/SamanthaJessop.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>:  Samantha Jessop (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10562254#msg10562254)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Bar.<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 3rd, just before midnight.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">This.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/6412/4Tgsxj.jpg)  (http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5581/Ltk39c.jpg) (http://imageshack.com/a/img913/8201/WtaLCz.jpg)</div></div>And only "this".<br/><hr/>Samantha had checked in just before the 7 PM cut off time.  With the time change and the long flight, unpacking was followed by a nap.  Showered and changed, she was wide awake now and headed to the Allnighter club mentioned in the literature for the resort.  The redhead was unsure of what the evening had in store for her; she was unsure what the<strong>resort</strong>had in store for her if she was being honest.<br/><br/>For tonight she would watch how people interacted.  She knew she wasn't obligated to do anything other than meet the other guests or staff and maybe dance for a while, but she was nervous.  Maybe nervous, maybe excited, probably a bit of both.  She relaxed her shoulders and walked to the bar.  It was a lovely night and the light breeze was perfect.<br/><br/>Finding an empty seat, Samantha waited for the bartender to come her way.  She managed to order a lime and soda in between songs.  Not that she was adverse to an occasional alcoholic drink, when she felt like it, and she could always change her mind later.<br/><br/>Samantha turned her back to the bar and sipped her drink.  There was definitely no shortage of attractive men to watch and admire.  The women were attractive as well of course, but those she admired much like art - aesthetically pleasing, with no sexual attraction.  She considered that last bit might be fortunate at Bekamor; too much of a good thing would make it hard to know where to look.  Samantha smiled at the thought.