<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2uy2bcz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>April Suzuki (attending under the name Gravity)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Beach, closer to the point of arrival<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kurat, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>O<br/><br/>While it was true that April didn't want to jump right into getting mellow, she felt the high tension leak out just from being in the tent of conscience-bending products. Or maybe it was just from the vibes Kurat was putting out, who despite getting well and truly screwed, still somehow managed to stay off the war path. Just how much hash did a gal have to burn to get that zoned out? April would have to guess an impressive amount. Still, she was no slouch! April lounged on the floor like some bootleg Queen of Sheba while the beach bum substance guru ticked off her wares. When she explained the custom mix, April had admittingly become intrigued. The intrigue, of course, transitioned to dubiousness at the thought of having such a thing actually work out perfectly for her.<br/><br/><strong>"But it does sound like just what the doctor ordered...</strong>she seemed to finish the thought out loud as she reached for the water pipe to take a long, slow draw before holding it and leaning back. Since she was only a part-time partaker, she was out of practice and blew out a cloud with a series of coughs to follow. She made sure to hold up a hand to Kurat, both to assure her that she was good, and to make sure the girl knew that she wouldn't be dying in her tent. In all honesty, that would have been bad for the both of them.<strong>"Yeah...yeah...that's the stuff"</strong>She said wincing, her chest still struggling to right itself after the first pull. She was used to it. She only really took drugs during Futanalia, where her public face demanded she be kind to her fans, and accepting of any and every fuck she manages to get into while on site. So yeah, she usually wanted to be well and truly lit.<br/><br/><strong>"Get me some of that..."</strong>she said after the presentation<strong>"The party stuff will have to be as the need arises. I'll hit you up on F-bit, unless you're already there. If you are, bring what you've got to keep the party chill. We'll settle up later..."</strong>She tapped out a few commands on her F-bit and smiled as she leaned to Kurat's smoky haze. Pursed lips inhaled the haze out of the air before April settle back in her spot to blow it back out. This one was slow and smooth, and suddenly the sheer wrapped internet princess looked like she belonged there<strong>"Just threw you a down payment, plus retainer. I just want to make sure you're available. Party invite is on there as well. If I see you selling there, the deal is off. That okay?"</strong>She could already feel it all start to take effect. No fucks given just skyrocketed, which meant her negotiating became a matter or preference. She didn't need Kurat, but There was something about her, and the whole set-up that made April want to make sure she was there.<br/><br/>It was just more fun that way.<strong>"Provided we have a deal though, I'm going to need another hit of that stuff, but I think a pipe is way too harsh on my lips. Think I can just take a hit from you?"</strong>April smiled and chuckled gently<strong>"Shit...that  sounded exactly how I wanted it to sound, but that whole almost dying, thing...even I got a heart. I may not be able to show it often...but it's there. How about we talk at the party...you know...if you're available. I'm just going to ride this out here, then meet my adoring public! Famous for porn...there are worse things, but that background here? It's only a matter of time before I have to take on a few lucky contestants, and I'm going to be high and loving it. You ever get there, beach bum? Ride a high while you ride a dick to orgasmic freedom?"</strong><br/>