<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQccc2730I8zFcDWcv2oi7BaRYfXmDIu3jAI69BBqQr-TbVb5cb3Q)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Lexi Burrows<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Participant<br/><strong> Time</strong>: Lunch, August 31st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The BBQ<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Content </strong>: -<br/><br/>Lexi was more than a little late to the Barbecue, everyone already seemed settled in their conversations, and she already noticed one or two people leaving. She'd normally feel really bad about being late, but the satisfied grin that wouldn't leave her face, and the satisfied thrumming throughout her bones, meant that the usually awkwardness she'd feel as she walked into somewhere once the part was already started, didn't rear it's head. She looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream, and she wasn't ashamed.<br/><br/>She'd showered and freshened up since the last time any of the other studs or clients had seen her. She'd been sheened with a little sweat, and looking a little dedraggled from the journey, but now she had fresh clothes on, her hair freshly washed, falling loose and naturally wavy around her shoulder. Her makeup wasn't a little smudged anymore, but she wore less of it, not really having much need for it in the fresh air. She'd put on another slightly cropped shirt, showing off the smooth tan of her stomach, and put her jean shorts back on. It was typical ranch attire, in her opinion, wearing jean shorts, all she needed was a plaid shirt and a cowgirl hat, and she was sure she'd fit right in.<br/><br/>She felt a little lost as she first stepped into the midst of everyone who was there. Most were deep in conversation, and one imparticular was looking very friendly with the owners, but she didn't mind, she was still in her happy bubble. She was starving though, so grabbing a plate and what looked like some sort of chicken burger, she loaded up on salad and went to settle herself at one of the picnic tables that was empty, she dug into her food, but obviously in a ladylike manner. She was staring over at one of the paddocks of horses, and admiring a few of them. She knew she'd be up first thing in the morning, if she wasn't already busy, and enquiring on which ones were happy to be ridden.