<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Going inside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gregg, Lisa, Tim<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Slipping between a rock and a hard place<br/><br/>Gilda had to admit, Gregg and Tim going toe to toe was actually kinda freaking hot in a weird way. She could’ve enjoyed watching that for awhile, and gotten out the popcorn to watch (preferably with Lisa and Madeline in her leg, straddling each of her legs), even though she wasn’t sure it’d make a great impression on Lucian (or maybe, selfishly, it would make her look like more of a teacher’s pet by contrast?)<br/><br/>In spite - of was that<em>because</em>of - how she felt about it, Gilda interjected herself into their midst.<br/><br/>“<em>Pardon</em>me, Hannibal Lecter and Red Dragon..” Gilda purred as she physically slipped between Gregg and Tim, her jean-hugged hips making the lightest of contact - somewhere - she didn't glance down to quite see. “Just slipping on through between a rock and a hard place here. As long as you don't get blood on my new cardigan, I don’t mind feeling the rising heat between you two gentlemen, it was getting a bit nippy out here after all. On that note I’ll help myself inside, where it should be nice and toasty….”<br/><br/>She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder. She told Lisa, "I'm going in! Watch my back, girlfriend..., say, if there's a cannibal or a spooky Scooby monster in here, what do you think about princesses rescuing each other? Hmm, is that feminist too?” She scratched her head.<br/><br/>Then she turned to look inside, still speaking. “Of course, I consider myself a traditionalist in<em>some</em>ways. Some men are just born leaders, after all. Pretty sure I have a gingham dress and a poodle skirt somewhere, and I dressed as a French maid at our school’s last costume party…<em>voulez-vouz coucher avec moi ce soir</em>...” she sang to the tune of the old ABBA song.<br/><br/>She admired the furnishings inside. The place was spooky in some ways, a la the guys’ Scooby Doo and Red Dragon references, but it also had a certain luxury and cozy charm. Gilda was eager to duck into a restroom at some point so she could more thoroughly go through her phone and possibly triage what might’ve gone wrong...but if she bolted for the bathroom now that might be too obvious to Tim. Plus, she didn't want to miss any of the increasingly entertaining antics of her schoolmates.<br/><br/>So, Gilda simply threw herself down in a languorous pose on a chaise lounge, making sure to leave some room on it too. Taking advantage of having no one behind her for the moment, she snuck another little glance at her phone, before pocketing it again.<br/>