<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at the hot tub party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>11:30<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Touching the playlist<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, black cat's paw deck shoes, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marissa, Elsa, open<br/><hr/><br/>"Well Ris, you could have stayed in, but here you are."<br/>Rough flight- not a frequent flyer. All new- not a boater, either. Big apartments, big city, but a soft talker, a slow talker. Maybe she hadn't been born in the big city. Maybe she had come out following a dream, immersing herself in a strange new culture like this one. What kind of dream it was would keep Lakresha wondering.<br/>"I'm glad you did. Lakresha Price, I'm in eighty-one sixteen."<br/>Shellshocked dreamer, that was the impression Melissa gave. She reminded a bit of a girl who joined the writing staff at the start of season two, after the heavy lifting talent had left for other projects. Had been fresh from the struggle, had introduced herself to the insular writer's room like a captive wolf rejoining the wild, sink or swim. Had sat down to talk with Lakresha one morning about the direction of the character, and out of the certainly rambling incoherent word soup Lakresha laid on her, had distilled two of Ms. Price's all-time favorite scenes. Had kissed the face of art, with a trashy little sci-fi about urban superheroes with oughties attitude.<br/><br/>She wondered what had happened to Pattini sometimes. Stint writers never got an invitation to cast reunions. They were used up, all their beautiful creativity, and kicked to the curb. Lakresha walked close to Marissa.<br/>"I'm supposed to ask you what you do next, but that's party talk and we're not there yet. We're supposed to get to know each other there, as I hear it. So don't feel like you've gotta fit yourself in a tidy little box. I always liked taking my time to get to know someone."<br/>Marissa wasn't quite meeting her eyes, each time she looked over. Lakresha's gaze was there each time, to gauge whether the confidence was slowly coming or whether she was simply making this woman uncomfortable.<br/>"One thing, I've found. It really helps me remember names."<br/><br/>The hot tub party yawned wide open before her. There was no escape from its club lit gravitational pull. This was where the mad scientist would step out onto the balcony and and say<em>I knew you'd come. You couldn't resist. </em><br/>"Oooh, this is too sexy, I might have to rethink my shoes."<br/>There were a few here already. It was rather white, and blonde, and for a moment came a tinge of<em>what is happening here, </em>but the sight of Elsa put her at ease. In the company of a fellow thonged butt, that worry of going too far too fast up and evaporated. She gave a wave of acknowledgement from afar.<br/><br/>"Hey, girls."<br/>Lakresha unclipped the fob from her bikini bottoms and handed it across the bar. Into a communal bowl under there she imagined it going, like some 1970s swingers' party. God, what a deckade- and straight out of it, the hot tub called to her.<br/>"Did you keep the water warm for me?"<br/>Music. Lakresha helped herself to the playlist if only for one selection, brushed the sienna-streaked hair from her eyes as she dipped down to touch the screen.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Music: Justice - ON'N'ON</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIW1m3jbEsg<br/></div></div><br/><br/>King Crimson bass set the expectation, prog rock cymbal percussion ticked like the seconds of a clock, surrealist dadaist fantasy made sound.<br/><em>♫ Before day break there were none </em><br/>The smile to Marissa now with bodies between them was the one flashed from the recording studio to a reticent guest. The first step was the hardest.<br/><em>♪ And as it broke there was one<br/>♪ The moon, the sun it goes on'n'on. </em><br/><br/>"How's everybody doing tonight?"