<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del>black panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Catching up...<hr/>Desi let her herself sink briefly under the surface of the water then rose to stand fully, slicking her hair back from her face. The grin on her lips widened as she began sliding through the warm water, moving closer to Jake and even giving a small splash in his direction.<br/><br/>"I'd like to think I had something to do with that so thanks," she teased. "Though, if I'm being honest, I'd say my night got an upgrade or two as well. Then again, I'd known to keep my expectations low in the first place when a high school party right across from Mr. St. Tightass and his control meeting was mentioned." She shrugged and slid right on up to the wall beside Jake.<br/><br/>Crossing her arms, she leaned forward to rest her chin atop her arms and tilted her head to gaze up at Jake, her legs shifting slightly beneath her since resting this way meant her feet didn't have to touch the bottom. Though the press of the tile against her was a little cooler than the water. "You know, you never did actually answer my question. About what you were doing here I mean." She shook her head and waved away any sort of objection, laughter already in her voice. "I don't mean if you were working or not or the party. More like why you weren't off playing wingman for your boy. I thought that's how you two roll?"<br/><br/>Desi really didn't know. She was friendly enough with Jake but Corbin had always been the link between them. She honestly didn't know all that much about him or about the particulars of his relationship with the guy. It didn't really matter to her anyway. She was simply making conversation despite the urge to do anything but. Especially as her thigh brushed against his once, and then again, her legs still slowly moving beneath the water. And of course she didn't shy away from it, the contact, but neither did she offer a comment or visible reaction even she wanted more. Instead she lifted a hand toward his bottle. "Care to share?"