<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/31/ae/48/31ae487e56f8310794472edef4d62b27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder, Spiteful Bitch<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1 | 11 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at House<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><--- Green dress, heels, sunglasses, wide brimmed sun hat<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>James, Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Assorted other people there arriving as well<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Sass<hr/><br/>While she was not generally one for hand holding in public the brief boat ride over, which she spent largely below deck, left her still a little unsteady.  Thankfully it wasn't full blown sea sickness, but enough that she'd threaded her fingers through Aaron's and leaned into him as they moved up the path toward the house.<br/><br/>The sight of their esteemed Mr Richards in full robe regalia at the top of the stairs  drew a low inelegant snort from her and she took off her glasses  just to make sure she could appreciate the picture that he presented. "Really James?  Good to know you've managed to locate the scotch even if your pants continue to prove elusive..." She'd entertained vague thoughts of playing nice, at least for the beginning of this trip, but all of that went right out the window at the sight of smoke curling against that salt and pepper hair and that lazy smirk of his.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath her free hand smoothed the line of her knee length dress and she mentally counted back from ten, resisting the urge to make further comments about his Pleasure Island already having at least one jackass (that's right, Pinocchio references for the win!) Instead she tipped her head up offering Aaron a bright smile.  "I'm going to go get changed.  Join me?" Fingers trailed lightly along the muscled edge of his arm, enjoying the feel of sun-heated skin beneath her hand.  All in all this island still had a lot going for it!