<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pleasure Heights; Money Shots Bar<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masako, Archer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Crazy fer sher!" Bright-eyed and curious, she smiled at them both- but Masako didn't deign to look at her, didn't seem to have heard her. She leaned to Archer's ear and gave a tiny point back the way he'd come. "Are people just, like, fucking back there? I know you can do anything, but most people don't have the courage. It's the booze, right? It makes you braver?"<br/>Though there were the rising tones of queries attached to everything, this question was sincere. Emma did not know, she did not have a drink in front of her. Old enough for a gangbang, but not old enough to buy her own liquor- the no man's land of finding a good time in the club the hard way, without aid of social lubrication- that was Emma.<br/><br/>"I'm having fun. I came in with my friend, but she disappeared. Maybe she went backstage with some guy." Eyes softened behind her trendy frames, faux vulnerability. Just a little digging on that Qvigstad name would show her to be every bit the confident trailblazing woman as Masako next to her but simultaneously miles away. But, whatever- Venus was a fantasy. Pleasure Heights was a fantasy. She indulged it.<br/>"I'll be having more fun over shots probably, but I haven't been legal for Venus very long if you know what I mean. But if you're cool, I'm cool. Age difference is super hot, it's like, prince charming rescues you from mediocrity and immaturity, you know? Everybody's like, is that guy your dad? Nope, he's just smashing my butt on the sly. Like,<em>whaaaat?" </em><br/><br/>Silence successfully filled to overflowing, she toyed with her wristband to give him a chance to talk, a chance to check him out on the app. Tall guy, and she slight enough to carry over one shoulder. Her fingers ran circuits round and round.<em>Maybe looking for more </em>it said of him, a little intrigue, that was fun. She peered over at Masako as though the two of them had worked something out. They had absolutely not. Not yet.