<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool deck party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>getting on 12ish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Feeling the squeeze- and liking it?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg), beach sandals, and a towel.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maya, Asami, Lakresha, open.<br/><hr/><br/>OK, so maybe chugging the Sheets thing hadn't been the smartest thing ever. Not that 'Ris felt sick, or anything, just kinda floaty. Things were hard to follow.  She'd always been a bit of lightweight, anyway, and her drinking 'career' had been founded on beer and wine, not 80-proof.<br/><br/>"Think it's more like hotels, hun," she replied to  Lakresha's comment about the small group. "You get an area for your event, and they keep everyone else out. Got to be more people around.<sub></sub>" It was true- no way it was cost-effective to run a ship this size for one little mixer party.<br/><br/>Marissa just reached back to let her arms hang out aside the tub (easier to keep track of her hands that way, and avoid embarrassing herself) when Elsa and Max joined the gals already in the pool. In the shifting and jostling that followed, she ended up with one arm not-quite-exactly behind and around Maya on the one side, and her other hand in close proximity to the back of the somewhat larger Asian girl's- dammit, was she Sora or Asami?  She'd got them mixed from the sheet, the drink not helping- neck, kinda up under her silky hair where it hung over the tub edge.<br/><br/>Now, this was a conundrum: personal space. 'Ris was a big believer in it; physical, emotional and intellectual. Especially where strangers were concerned.  To leave herself arranged as she was was sort of an intrusion, and while at least<em>some</em>of the other women didn't seem to care, she couldn't bet on it being universal.  Asians especially, she thought, were pretty big on manners and playing with the hair of someone you've just barely met was not exactly mannerly, to her way of thinking.  Moving her arms would only make things worse. It'd make her look awkward and uncomfortable- which she was, but why make a thing out of it?- and there was no way she could do it, semi-trapped as she was, without ending up handling one or both of the women even more.<br/><br/>Against that was the fact that they were both hella cute- and they'd all come to make connections, right? So she arranged a compromise with herself and the ladies next to here (even though they had no input into the negotiations just then): she'd stay where she was, not do anything stupid. And if either of them complained, well, she could work that out then.<br/><br/>Nervous though she was, she kinda hoped they didn't.