<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/800c3df6-520c-45da-8918-44ca98495fbb_zpszbxthbgd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Riley Kennedy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning, Day 1<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tied flannel (teal) + ass hugging jeans, combat boots, and hat, all in black.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drake, Open<hr/>Drake's reaction to the blonde woman didn't bother Riley in the least. While she could be demanding when she was with a lover, she'd never really been bothered by men around her appreciating other women. Hell, wasn't she pretty much doing the same thing? Besides, Drake wasn't hers anymore. He should absolutely go and enjoy the other women to his heart's content. It would save her so much grief not to have to watch his lips as he spoke or remember the way his hands felt at the small of her back or gripping her hips. Or at least that was what she told herself anyway as she managed not to choke on a light chuckle in response to his joking. She was unaware that she was thinking along a similar vein as he was in regard to the fun that came with stripping someone to get to skin-how many times had she popped the buttons off his shirt trying to do just that?--but it didn't matter anyhow. None of it mattered. The moment this meeting was over she intended to get the hell up and stay as far away from Drake Hilton as possible.<br/><br/><em>“I've missed you Riley. I really have.”</em><br/><br/>Noooo.<br/><br/>She swore his damn whisper fluttered against her skin. There was still plenty of space between them and yet, she swore she felt each tiny puff of air as the words left his lips. Irritating. Not because she couldn't enjoy the sensation, no no, it was because she could. A shiver set her teeth on edge and she grit them together, her jaw flexing as she steeled herself against her own overactive imagination. It took more effort than was pretty not to follow that trail right down the rabbit hole that was her memory but she managed it. Though it did distract her from the start of the meeting.<br/><br/><em>"...chose to come naked..."</em><br/><br/>Riley licked her lips again and shifted in her seat, angling her body just slightly away from Drake. She knew better but anger and irritation were starting to get the better of her as she listened, the foot of her crossed leg bouncing rapidly where it hung in the air and even seeping into her features to tighten her eyes and purse her lips. She was watching the midwife, listening to the information presented but underneath she was beginning to stew over those words. He had missed her?<br/><br/>Focus, Riley.<br/><br/>Yes yes. Poly. Many babies. Optimal condition. Dr. Tara Jane Windham. Something something prodigy... ...stress free community.<br/><br/>"Hmph. Stress free my ass!" She muttered under her breath, watching as a man who addressed himself as 'The Mayor' took the podium.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he began stripping as well that the true reality of her situation finally settled in, penetrating the haze of her overactive emotions. She was really... she was going to play cop in a community full of naked people with one thing on their minds?<br/><br/>"Oh hell." She sighed and tugged at her braid, her teeth setting into the plump fullness of her bottom lip. She also knew that she wasn't exempt from the shared goal either. That had been one of the things stressed to her when she'd first been approached about the details of her transfer. She was supposed to reproduce. Again. And again. And again?<br/><br/>Her first pregnancy hadn't been terrible. If you ignored her constant fear that she was going to somehow screw everything up or that the world would come crashing down around her, it had actually gone fairly easy. Sure, people had needed to remind her to sit the hell down sometimes and not overdo things but overall her body had responded to the pregnancy rather well. However, despite all that she still wasn't sure she ever wanted to do it again. Yet, here she was. With very little choice it would seem.<br/><br/>Focusing in once again, Riley contemplated the Mayor for a moment as he made his little demonstration and she was forced to admit the selection offered wasn't all that bad. Maybe she could find a partner or two if she tried? For the moment though she waited until the question and answer portion was reached and then rose from her seat to make her way to the refreshment table. Not that she was either hungry nor thirsty but she needed to move away from Drake before she did something foolish... like say she'd missed him too.<br/>