<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/9/91/1bb0f170_31.9cbdac7c93a1.jpg/397px-1bb0f170_31.9cbdac7c93a1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maxine 'Max' Ernshaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931471#msg14931471)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Room -> Bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, ~11:30<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Lonely Island - I'm on a Boat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avaSdC0QOUM)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue halter bikini top (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/02/32/98/02329848adf3e54cda3dc5cbccfce0aa.jpg) & pineapple swim trunks (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/5d/0d/32/5d0d32296de5c51b18f2ca321fc05178.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa; All | Open<br/><hr/><br/>She flashed Elsa a teasing wink as the adorable Swede threatened to take her up on her invitation, laughing and following the women with her gaze as 'Rissa, Elsa and several others made for the already-bumpin' hot tub.  The arrival of the vocal and enthusiastic girl made her laugh, especially when she splashed and the girls already in the hot tub tried to avoid the spray.  Turning, she put her empty glass down and ordered herself a Scotch on the rocks, selecting a brand that was more middle-of-the road, since she didn't want to bastardize a good Scotch with ice.<br/><br/>After receiving her drink, she moved over to the roomy tub and glanced around to find a slot where she could wedge her slender self in.  Settling into the heated water, she sighed and savored the sight of glistening skin all around her, draping her free arm over the side of the tub as she settled in and sipped her drink.  There were legs stretched and curled all around, tempting bodies in thin fabric that molded to their forms with moisture, and so many stunning faces it was difficult to catch one's breath.  While she was enjoying the atmosphere and the view, it definitely felt as if it was impossible to even try for a meaningful connection, because there was simply too much going on and too many distractions.<br/><br/>So, she sat back and listened to the other women talk, drinking in the melange of feminine tones and accents, nestling into the group as if it were a colorful, comfortable quilt.  "I'm not sure what sort of events they'll have us do.  I<em>do</em>hope there'll be jet skiing and maybe some parasailing at some point.  I've always wanted to do that stuff, but I've actually never gotten the chance to spend a lot of time at the beach or on the ocean.  I mean, aside from a trip or two to Galveston when I was little."  Her accent, which wasn't as heavy as those one might hear from people from more rural parts of Texas, was nevertheless present when she pronounced certain vowel sounds.  Turning 'time' into 'tahm', for instance.