<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy (Team 2)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool deck party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>getting on 12ish+<br/><strong>Content/Mood: </strong>Bending it like...somebody or other<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leah, open<br/><br/>Elliquiy: Nowherewoman rolls 1d10 and gets 3.<br/><hr/><br/>Marissa tried not to gasp, hoped she didn't.  For sure her jaw dropped a bit. Their 'virtual hostess' was probably the most beautiful person she'd ever seen, and that was even counting the lovelies around her in the warm and mostly uncovered flesh. It figured- didn't it just?- that she was one: not really there with them, and two: already married.<br/><br/>Almost as startling was the news that, crew aside, the ship was in fact empty except for their small coterie. That implied a<strong>huge</strong>expense on someone's part, and that made her nervous.  Something for nothing often ended up costing more than if you'd paid full list for it, and something that sounded too good to be true, yadda yadda.  At least it meant she could get away from the others for a bit, if she really felt the need.   Something the size of a cruise ship had plenty of space for privacy without having to cloister herself in her room.<br/><br/>What was Samira saying...?<br/><br/>Twister?<br/><br/><em>Are you shitting me?</em>That was a game you dragged out at kids' birthday parties. On top of that, it was like a frat boy's wet dream, a bunch of drunk gals in bathing suits sliding all over each other...<br/><br/>It was also a game she was pretty damn good at.  Or so she thought- it might have been barely possible that the booze in her system was doing a bit of her thinking for her. Still and all- she was thin, flexible, and pretty strong. Not like some of their real athletes strong, no, but for her weight and build, she could hold her own.  She figured. Maybe<br/><br/>If she were going to break her own ice any time soon, something like that would be a good way to do it. Tossing back the rest of her glass of wine, she watched Leah with a bit of a giggle.  "What the hell. Pass me the spinner."<br/><br/>Left hand Blue.  OK, that would be- as she bent, she put her foot on a wet spot and went over on her butt.<br/><br/><em>Are you <strong>kidding</strong> me?</em><br/><br/>Lying on her back, looking up past the edge of the canopy at the blue sky, a few sympathetic faces looking down (and a few amused ones) all she could do was sigh and laugh again.<em>My life really sucks.</em>