<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1f/f0/c0/1ff0c08b07abb5111b707ee3cd7df572.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Robyn Primrose Washington (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12803241#msg12803241)<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee | Financial Controller <br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 2 | Thursday | 9 a.m. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> On the Beach<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Bikini Bottoms (Top tossed aside) (https://65.media.tumblr.com/d76d0de4d78966d35f654087508543de/tumblr_nc304qR4ab1rigk5bo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Oscar Valdez <strong>Mentioned:</strong> Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Bossy Bitch</span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Nice to know how you really feel,” Robyn commented with a light chuckle, not at all offended, as she accepted the frosty drink from his hands. She hesitated for a brief second, memories of her alcoholic mother threatening to ruin a particularly good morning, before she took a small drink of its contents. A single drink make her a replica of that pathetic excuse of a mother and woman. <br/><br/>She rolled the liquid around her mouth, savoring the fruity taste, before eventually swallowing with a little noise of approval. It was highly probable that someone could drink a few of these without realizing their strength until it was too late. <br/><br/>Drinking before five in the evening. Yet another never-ever to be crossed from her mental list. <br/><br/>A bright smile curved at her full lips, unreleased laughter evident in her brown eyes, when her surprisingly entertaining stranger sought to reassure her of the fact that nudity was beautiful rather than offensive. She was tempted, really tempted, to concede, especially when he offered to remove his own shirt to make her feel less awkward about it. However, before she could voice her consent to his outrageous idea, his relaxed countenance shifted as if someone poured icy water atop his unprotected head. It did not make a lick of sense to her until he revealed what made him stop his advances. <br/><br/>Her position. <em>Wow.</em> Did she come off as that stiff and standoffish? <br/><br/>“Are you pussying out of flirting with me?” Pure disbelief colored her voice as she fought back waves of anger threatening to overwhelm her. “You know what? Take off your shirt AND those speedos. Don't even think about declining if you value your job.” Alright, she did not have the authority to fire him but she decided to play along with the game he started...<br/></span>