<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/98/b3/d298b36f5af14a072972f9185ec4ec75.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marissa Kennedy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool deck party<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>getting on 12ish<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Party games?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>one-piece suit (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/cf/bb/2bcfbbeb8b27d098d210fed8a4b8f9c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Well. Turned out Maya was a bit on the flighty side, as well. Maybe it was just the excitement of starting out a new thing, first-day jitters? The New Zealander's grin could still melt glass, and there was no question she was perfectly friendly.  Her touch made 'Ris shiver, but a lot of that was nerves, plus the fact that it had been months since...<br/><br/>Well. Story for another time.<br/><br/>Suddenly, and maybe unfairly, the sculptor felt like the adult chaperone at an after-Prom party.  Or as if she were back in college, at one of the few parties she'd gone to.  Out of touch, outside- more mature? If so, too much so.  But almost all these ladies made her think of her friends and acquaintances back in undergrad, even talking about playing Truth or Dare. Well, except for the fact that they all had careers and lives, so clearly they had some part of their shit together.  So what was wrong with<em> her?</em><br/><br/>Give it time. They'd calm down, she'd loosen up...something.<br/><br/>At least the Asian girl on her other side was a bit calmer.  It gave her an anchor.  Easing herself out of the tub with a quiet apology to Maya and...Asami?  Sora?  Dammit.- she padded damply over to the bar to get a glass of water an something more drinkable than the Drain Cleaner Of The Day.  Coming back with a glass of decent white wine, she perched on the edge of the tub, just dabbling her feet in, and waited for the questions to start flying.