<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CTdHHZI.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amelia Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=306651.msg14931886#msg14931886)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front of ship bar<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong>June 1st, 12:00<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Arrival - A little withdrawn<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>One-piece swimsuit (https://i.imgur.com/Qs8OOtj.png), sandals with raised heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa, Maxine, open<br/><hr/><br/>Elsa's traveling eyes were not missed by Amelia, but she didn't make a deal out of it. It made sense, after all they were supposed to look for matches. As shallow as it was, appearances did tie in to that, though then again there was little that didn't. She similarly let her eyes travel and subsequently felt like she'd been slacking on the workouts. Sure, she was fit, but they were two different leagues. Was she sitting next to some Swedish supermodel or something? It was kind of flattering in a way.<br/><br/>It was hard to stifle a small laugh when Elsa went on with one of the worst English performances she'd heard in a long time.<strong>"I'll make sure to write down every little gem that comes out of your mouth for the next month."</strong>She had another sip of the burning liquor in her glass.<strong>"Think I'm gonna need some ice too,"</strong>she said, referring half to Elsa and half to the bartender. She'd definitely go for something more muted next. The bartender picked up on it and added some ice to her glass, she gave him a thankful nod and got the glass back, deciding to let it melt a bit before returning to it. She wasn't the heaviest of drinkers either, though going by words alone less of a lightweight than Elsa. She enjoyed a beer or two while working, didn't mind a glass of wine to go with dinner, that sort of stuff. Was exceedingly rare for her to go on drinking sprees. Then again, rare for her to take time off as well. As long as she didn't wake up in a bathroom or a hallway, she was fine with getting at least a little wasted.<br/><br/>As such, it was hard to not get pulled in when Elsa held her glass up.<strong>"Skål!"</strong>Amelia chimed in alongside her with a distinctly British attempt at Swedish. With the ice slightly melted in the glass, it went down a lot easier. She wasn't sure if she was ready to chug whatever was left in her glass, but it was far more manageable.<br/><br/>The talk of keys got her laughing, there was no denying that.<strong>"Well, as long as you "avoid" 81-36, such a mishap won't happen."</strong>A cheeky wink was thrown in just to iron it out. Granted, she suspected she'd be too drunk to remember her room number eventually. Good thing Elsa the lightweight knew it, so they could forget it together.<br/><br/>- - -<br/><br/>With Max joining them by the bar, Amelia missed a beat and got bested, looking in the corner of her eye she could already see a hand at Max's backside. Following Max' introduction, Amelia did a brief one of her own. Sadly she didn't have a cool, tomboyish shortening of her own name, so Amelia would have to work. Soon they were joined by yet another person, a brunette this time. Good, some variety, until then they'd looked like a golden oreo where they were sitting. At least when four it didn't really work out.<br/><br/><strong>"Was pretty chill on my part, slept most of the way from Ireland, layover in New York was quick, generally just a good trip,"</strong>Amelia said with a chuckle. Speaking of Ireland and the Irish, the tiny bit of liquor left in her glass... It was about time for it to go. She could hear the beauties in the hot tub trying to down theirs, and well, maybe it was about time. In one fell swoop whatever was left was gone. Knowing the bartender was going to get swamped pretty soon, given the pool too had made their attempts, Amelia figured she'd be quick about her next order.<strong>"Make me a long island would you? Mind making it a bit lean?"</strong>It didn't seem like the bartender did and got to it while Amelia returned to the conversation at hand.<br/><br/><strong>"I read through it all. As soon as we reach international waters, so a couple hours from now, a loud siren will ring. When it does, the purge begins. Anything is legal for the next 24 hours. Chaos will ensue and only the strong will stand at the end of it all..."</strong><br/><br/>She let it hang in the air as the bartender returned with her drink. Nice, even had a little umbrella in it, very cute. An instagram-worthy drink, had she so happened to bring her phone. She did not.<br/><br/><strong>"Jokes aside, no clue. I just got changed and got up here, I'd assume some introductory speech from the captain, followed by... Well I'm assuming this'll go on for a couple hours for whoever is interested, beyond that not sure.</strong>