<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/RachaelAutumn2.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Rachal Autumn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10470277#msg10470277)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Johnny, open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lounging Chairs<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd | Early Evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=137795040)<br/><hr/>Rachal had had a long, but relaxing day. The time at the pool that morning, including getting to meet one of her fans, had been rather pleasant, and then she'd spent the rest of the day looking around and exploring the island, though she'd avoided any sexual advances others might have made toward her, unsure how to go about just saying yes. She'd spent so long writing fantasies for women to indulge in... impossibly perfect occurrences where the right guy always got the girl and things just felt "right" the moment they locked eyes that she'd begun to forget just how awkward it could be first meeting people.<br/><br/>Even in a place like this, where everyone was encouraged to loosen up and let go of their inhibitions, she felt incredibly stunted. Perhaps this vacation might have been a bad choice after all. She knew she should have opted for the trip up to the mountains, the nice cabin with all the modern amenities and nothing but peace and quiet for her to wrap herself in and write. Perhaps that was all her muse needed, was some real peace and quiet... not an adventure on some sex-driven island.<br/><br/>She walked past yet another half-naked couple making out near the pool as she tied off her sarong behind her neck, hiding most of her bikini-clad body from view and leaving only from her mid-thigh to her feet and her long arms exposed. She needed a drink... she needed to think. She needed to decide if tomorrow she would turn in her room key, pay her bill, and go back to the main land and the normal people there.<br/><br/>When she reached the bar, it was surprisingly empty and she slid up on to an empty stool with ease, her tiny form perching upon it as she waved down the bartender to order a glass of wine.