<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Dbp7l9m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Exiting hot tub party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, Midday<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Ready to leave<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Striped two piece, hoop earrings<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelia, Elsa<br/><hr/><br/>Her heart went out to the Hellfire Club Amelia described. She ought to have been tantalized, pleading for names, whipping out her phone to get to the bottom of that story.<br/>"I feel that. You get so familiar with your castmates over months of shooting, and it's kinda lonesome otherwise. Everybody out there expects a persona from you, so the only people you trust, the ones you make that human connection with, are your inner circle."<br/><br/>"Your posse."<br/>The only reason she'd added that plosive phrasing was to get Amelia to look again, and send her a slack-jawed smile.<br/><br/>"Doesn't a walk around the ship sound nice? Let's get in on that."<br/>Lakresha waved a hand to be counted, when Elsa's gaze came her way. Eyes eager, body raring to go, there wasn't a thing she'd rather spend the time interim doing than exploring the ship and chatting with her fellow passengers.<br/>"Stretch out some stiffness, and scout out the pub while we're at it."<br/><br/>She hadn't been in the hot tub very long at all, but by the time Elsa was finished counting heads for the tour, she was slipping out again. Lingering there on the edge, with her legs soaking in the warmth, leaning across the bar to request her room fob from the staff.<br/>"Let me get into some clothes."<br/>Just in case, she turned the fob in her hand and read the number. Still eighty-one sixteen, no swinger swap for her.<br/>"And I'll meet you girls en route."