<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14934581#msg14934581) (Team 2)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dabbling toes in the wet.<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>After noon<br/><strong>Content/Mood: </strong>Getting to know them<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelia, Lakresha, open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Later, Marissa would be glad she hadn't been quick enough to make some sort of pun on blowing people's whistles.  At best, it would have been dirty, at worst, dirty and dumb-sounding.  Right then, she felt stupid and illiterate, and just nodded at Amelia's announcement. "Marissa Kennedy. I'm an installation artist. 'Ris is fine, or Rissa. Any time someone uses my full name, I feel like I'm in trouble with my Mom..." Annnnd now she was babbling. Booze plus not wanting to be thought a drone (because of not making a pun no one there knew she hadn't made- hey, your ego is your own worst enemy, right?), plus a tad of sexual frustration, plus some more booze all added up to her acting like a teener at her first kegger.<br/><br/>Fortunately, another bit of art came to her rescue, in the form of Lakresha shedding her do-rag.  That pulled her attention away from Amelia momentarily, and once she'd had her fill of the wonder of the buxom black woman's hair, she looked back at the Twister mat, rather glad she'd gotten out early. "God, how the hell can they even<em>breathe?,</em>" she asked aloud.<br/><br/>