<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c8/97/24/c89724ed8e1a4fa77c8a9d7e3aaabf38.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Chelsea Dormer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14406591#msg14406591)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>20:30 | Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Working<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Romp and Roll (https://item4.tradesy.com/images/black-ruffle-low-cut-backless-open-strap-tassel-tie-boho-short-romperjumpsuit-size-4-s-22231618-3-2.jpg?width=720&height=960)<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Marcus; Gerrit; Mick<br/><hr/><br/>She caught Gerrit's eyeroll and laughed, leaning over the bar a bit to crinkle her nose at him playfully.  "Awww, come on.  You gotta admit, the whole notion that some things are for boys and some are for girls is<em>really</em>ridiculous.  That notion's been falling out of favor gradually since forever.  Once upon a time people thought women couldn't make art, think well enough to vote or wear shorts without it being inappropriate.  Surely you wouldn't roll your eyes at<em>that</em>, right?"  Her eyes twinkled at him as she stepped back and twirled on the ball of one foot to bend and retrieve a bottle of Mezcal from a lower space behind the bar.  This, of course, gave everyone on the opposite side of the bar the ideal view of her pert backside as her romper rode up to the very tops of her thighs and stretched over the roundness of her ass.<br/><br/>Tugging the bottle out, with a little wiggle of her hips, she straightened and turn back to grin at the two - now three - men.  "Tequila is Mezcal, but Mezcal isn't Tequila.  Tequila is only made with blue agave, but mezcal can be made with all different kinds of agave."  She answered Marcus as she set the bottle on her side of the bar, then moved to make up a tall glass of ice water for Gerrit.  "We've got a couple of different types, but I generally stick to Zignum Silver if I'm drinking it straight...which is the traditional way to drink it.  I'm not a fan of the smoky flavor a lot of other brands have."  She slid the glass of ice water to Gerrit and flashed Mick a smile, nodding.<br/><br/>"Sure thing, gorgeous."  Dropping him a wink, she fetched a lowball glass, added a few ice cubes and a generous pour of Grey Goose vodka.  Licking a bit of spilled liquor off the inside of her wrist, she filled the glass the rest of the way with tonic water and dropped in a lime wedge and short straw, before placing it on the bar in front of the events director.  "There you go, Mick.  Pace yourself, kay?  I can't carry you back to your room if you get wild."  Her wink and the teasing tone of her voice softened the playful admonition, and she looked back to her customers, leaning on the bar again.<br/><br/>"I'm Chelsea, by the way."  She tossed her hair back to look at Gerrit, bringing the bottle of Zignum Silver up from the lower part of the bar to place it on top.  "Did you want a shot, then?"