<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Up and at 'em, dancing to the music, going walkabout, ohhh that's strange....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Open</span>| (m)<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dark Claw</span><br/><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong>Taki Taki (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixkoVwKQaJg)<br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Báilame como si fuera la última vez<br/>Y enséñame ese pasito que no sé <br/>Un besito bien suavecito, bebé<br/>Taki taki<br/>Taki taki</span></div><br/><em>Dove opened her dark eyes and blinked against the brightness of the sunlight as it streamed through her window. Of course, last night had been a late one, but weren't all of them? Bartenders did not GET early nights, not if they wanted those tips that happened after one was too tipsy to pay attention to the bills they tossed out. Not that she was broke, but that was not the point. Dealing with drunks was a thankless task on the best of nights. Hell, a saint would have issues with some of those jerks...</em><br/><br/>Rolling from her bed took but a moment, and soon enough, Dove was in the shower and washing away the stench of the night before. The day looked to be shaping into a nice one, and with no plans or need to do ANYTHING; the lonesome wolf decided to take herself to the beach and see if there was anything worth looking at...or for...or something. After all, she could not just laze about. There were people outside, and sometimes a woman just wanted to hear voices that weren't an echo of memory...or drunk.<br/><br/>So...music.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Aye<br/>He said he really wanna see me more<br/>I said we should have a date, where? At the Lamborghini store<br/>"I'm kinda scary, hard to read; I'm like a Ouija board"<br/>"But I'm a boss bitch, who you gonna leave me for?"<br/></span></div><br/>She danced through her small loft apartment, booty shaking while she sang along, her voice the hushed sibilance of contralto softness, weaving in and out of the beat as her body pranced about, almost without her knowledge. Cardi B's lyrics made her grin and rap along while she slipped into something that would (hopefully) not get her arrested. As soon as the song finished, Dove slipped down the stairs and out the front door, a small grin hovering over full lips and brightening dark eyes.<br/><br/>Half an hour later found the small feminine form on a beach where various bodies wandered, and the rising scent of something on a grill caught her nose. Whipping her head toward the water line, she noted a group of people, lazing about while something cooked on a small charcoal grill--bratwurst? Hotdogs? Hell, she wanted to see!<br/><br/>Wandering just a bit closer, she slowed as the scent of something<em>other</em>caught her attention. Though the group of guys LOOKED like regular people, they sure did not smell like it. There was a hint of the wilderness there, a touch of the deep woods, and a roiling hint of testosterone and pheromones. Were they "people"? Of course, they were masculine and looked like people but did that mean they were just people, or were they like her and her family? Would it be impolite to ask? Was there a regulation one had to follow?? Why did no one ever think to provide directions??