<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>Getting in the hot tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, crossbones durag, black cat's paw deck shoes, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marissa, Max, open<br/><hr/><br/>"Fore~"<br/>The distance between she and Ris once the mingling kicked off allowed her to demonstrate. Thumb plucked daring under the delta of her bikini bottoms, where the stitching curved well below her navel.<br/>"Aft."<br/>A turn, fingers scissored to tag the triangle in the back with an eye-catching strum, a look over her shoulder.<br/>"That's how I keep it straight. Don't know if you've ever watched much golf, on a lazy Saturday, but when my boy Tiger Woods says<em>fore, </em>he's saying watch out, this ball's launching from my twelve o'clock in a most expeditious manner."<br/><br/>"What about Mythbusters, did you ever see that?"<br/>It seemed unanimous that drinks came before the dip. Lakresha drifted along the bar to put in her time, though her eyes were on the water, and dreaming about how amazing that would feel.<br/>"I always liked Adam Savage, so I checked out this documentary he did with Weta Workshop. He got into that in a big way, sculpting little hobbit scenery so detailed it looks real on the big screen. Like Star Wars, when they used to make little miniature ships and claymation monsters, before the green screens. It got me pondering how those sculptors would describe their art to someone's granny. Dream jobs usually work out to be something too complicated and beautiful to really describe in two words. That's why I don't like the whole<em>what-do-you-do </em>thing."<br/><br/>"Another time, you can show me."<br/>Oh, that hot tub. If Ris was going to hit up Heartthrob Frankie, she was going to take the plunge. Up onto the step Lakresha climbed to slip out of her shoes, a loom over the too-close bar, wrecking ball breasts.<br/>"But I want to hear all about it."<br/><br/>Reaching silky legs out across the water with all the room in the world, no bodies yet to navigate between was the greatest feeling. With a stretch, she let the burbling water claim milk chocolate limbs and melt her down inch after inch, a slow slide, a moaning exhale. Lakresha needed to hold the side to keep from pooling at the bottom.<br/><br/>This was way better than flirting, she quickly realized. If only she could get someone to talk to her about any old thing while her whole body vibrated at a pleasing rhythm and the music took her heart someplace tribal and intense, that would be all the emotional fulfillment anyone really needed.<br/><br/>"I'll take that drink now," she said once she could distinguish her own body from the water again. A languid reach claimed it, and tipped to lips at the edges of her fingers, little sips, lipstick kiss. "Thank you, love."<br/><br/>"Anyone puzzle out what's up with the zodiac business?"<br/>Holding her drink up out of the water became her full time job as the hot tub did its thing.<br/>"Like I haven't thought about that in a long time, since unicorns and numerology in grade school. But it's a quirky kind of cool, you know? I did some reading on the plane, and now I definitely<em>do </em>feel like a Leo. I want to get my lion-ess on."