<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190903/407e145040479a5f46ddf008d2d333a2.png) (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)</div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vh1.mtvnimages.com/uri/mgid:file:http:shared:vh1.com/news/uploads/sites/2/2018/03/Screen-Shot-2018-03-29-at-11.02.58-AM-1522336832.png?quality=0.85&amp;format=jpg&amp;width=480)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Raquel Irvine (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15035652#msg15035652)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Check the pic<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>8/23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>9 PM or thereabouts<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A kiss. | What about Icon? | What fresh Hell is this?<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Beast Mode (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m3BcAX5HI4)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Icon | Firestorm<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Font Made Here (https://fontmeme.com/comic-fonts/)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"> "We need to talk after this."</span><br/><br/>Raquel was not sure if that was a death knell, a promise or a threat. In fact, the very ponderousness of the choice followed her for the entire short trip to the dock. Even as she flirted and tugged, that sentence played over and over again. Hell, had she gone too far? Was he not interested? Should she--<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"One more thing."</span><br/><br/>But that thought was cut off once his lips met hers. The softness of it. the way their mouths melded and conformed to one another? It was perfect. As her tongue swept over his bottom lip, his own was already in motion, a dance, a symphony of breath and sweetness. By the time the kiss ended, she was breathless and wide eyed. Maybe it hadn't been too much??<br/><br/>One small hand rose to bat at him even as she allowed her face to fall into a perfect pout. With a slightly elevated tone, she announced,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Kissing me isn't gonna change anything! This is all bullshit! She called your damned phone!!"</span>Dark eyes darted toward the sailors she could see even as she began to seriously worry about Icon.<br/><br/>With a slight hitch to her breathing, she practically whispered into the comm,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Okay, Icon, you are beginning to freak me out. Say something please! Don't make me come in there. My belt ain't gonna help a damn thing!!"</span><br/><br/>Again, she pushed at the handsome male just before her, small hand flat against his chest.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Don't just fuckin' stand there, you ass! Say something!! God, you act like it was me doin' some foul shit. Nope, that was all you! Look at me! You think someone wouldn't give their right arm for all of this?"</span><br/><br/>She grew quiet in an attempt to let him say something in return and moment by moment, her worry grew. Where was Icon!!<br/><br/>