<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<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>From Fire's Livingroom to The Docks<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>So a Rocket heads to the docks in totally<strong>appropriate</strong>attire.<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;">"That's a good look. Off we go."</span><br/><br/>Oh, he BLUSHED!! His words, almost self-assured, drew a grin to her mobile mouth. However, once he split into his separate selves, she glanced at all three men and once again murmured,<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Yeah, I totally got the pretty ones."</span>Then she began to meander, a small switch to her hips.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Okay before we leave me all alone, I just have two questions. One, do y'all really need those chaff grenades? If not, can I have 'em? And two, what exactly do we need to know? Give me small key phrases, something I can put a spin on."</span><br/><br/>Rocket paused, stood hipshot and stared at all three men.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Obviously the information we require is as follows: amounts, who, and from where. It does not matter as to the why because if we can put paid to it here, there won't BE a why. Can ya'll think of anything else that needs to be addressed?"</span><br/><br/>There was a bit more conversation, Icon made HER blush just by the way he looked at her and then he was gone, his deep voice a rumble as he underlined his portion of the plan.  Suddenly, like a bolt, another thought crept up and presented itself.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">'There are two of you!! Which one of y'all wanna be my boyfriend for a lil bit?"</span>Now, she didn't have a preference...okay maybe she did! But, and this was key, men were more apt to let secrets spill IF they thought a little woman was in distress, even if they were the bad guys. So, one of the two men left could play the part well enough, and scoot off before shit got real. Bigger better distraction!!<br/><br/>One slim hand rose to forestall questions as she explained her thoughts.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I just need someone to argue with me, about anything, just so it draws a little bit of attention. Maybe a kiss to underline boyfriend/girlfriend having a spat. My guy can then fuck off to whatever preplanned position, leaving me to play the damsel in sooo much distress and gather intel. So, are you down??"</span>