<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Left foot blue, right foot red, right hand green<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, Noonish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Twister<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maya, Sora, Leah, Marissa<br/><hr/><br/>Once the hot tub began to thin out, Lakresha rose. There were no towels she could find, aside from what Marissa brought with her.<br/>"Ooh, dirty trick. How'm I supposed to get a good balance in my soaking wet?"<br/>Team one, the placard placed her. Half of the names she couldn't match faces to yet, but two stood out.<br/><em>Maya. </em>She waved cursing kiwi over, offered her one of those silent, lazy lean-to high fives which were sans slap, more of a friendship tent than anything.<br/><em>Sora. </em>That was girl jumping joy, sure to bring an unparalleled energy to the game. Dry, nervous laugh stuck in Lakresha's throat. But, really, what did she want to win for? Burgers were fine. If she could have fun at a comic con, she could have fun at a pub. Sharp as diamond wink sent sparks from her lashes Sora's way.<br/><br/>It would be anything but boring.<br/><br/>The first woman up was either Leah or Elsa, one of the stunning ladies from the bar. Lakresha took a moment to tighten the black fabric over her hair, to prevent it spilling up someone's nose once the game got tangled. She observed the placement of Leah's feet, that they were dry-<em>bit of a cheat- </em>and the stretch which angled down like something out of a yoga video.<br/><br/>Mom and dad were mathematicians. Her sisters took after them. Seeing Leah's feet not even on the board, she heard her mother correcting her, saying<em>no, no, that's arbitrary. Start in the right place, and take it step by step, or you'll never get the right answer, Lakresha. </em><br/><br/>That was okay. It was not her game to police. But Lakresha was prepared to play the way she'd learned how, and she was definitely, definitely going to kitten pile Leah if the opportunity presented.<br/><br/>Her spinner had just begun to whirl when the first body fell. Oh- Marissa- oh no. Lakresha found herself laughing, how awful. She could not control it, she could not catch her breath, she could not stop.<br/>"Marissa, I'm sorry, you're the best," she wheezed. "You're awesome, I love you, don't be mad, I'm sorry."<br/>But she needed to shake off those jitters, get the giggles out of her system and get down with this game.<br/><br/>Right foot red corner, left foot blue edge, that was the starting position for a Twister game, she was sure of it. She regret that propriety as soon as the spinner came up.<br/><em>Right hand green. </em><br/>That was all the way on the other side. "Save a seat for me at the pub."<br/>Long reach with her right hand, clear across her body, bridging over the yellow row, frozen mid-warmup she planted her hand beside Leah's. Sure, she could have knelt down, and made it easier on herself- but then she couldn't have blocked Leah into that one little corner she'd chosen. Over or under, Leah was going to have to go through her. Take that!<br/><br/>The issue with Lakresha's choice of triangle top was that it only ever intended to contain from below, never from above. At this deeply bowed angle, she slipped high, high into the demi cup, not quite concealed by her thin straps.<br/>"Don't let me fall outta my top," she whispered to Leah. Could feel the woman's breath in her hair.<br/><br/>At 2019-07-14 16:41:19, Dhi (uid: 27498) rolls: 1d10 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137980)<br/><br/>So far, so good.