<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Johnathan's table, one of the white plus chairs.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear, boots, and socks,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:  1 Bad word!  sorry, not sorry.<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Lance, Emma, Johnathan, Desmond, Open<br/><hr/><strong>"Ah do declare,"</strong>Chloe responded to Lance's confession.  Her Southern accent passable; though, nothing to win an award over.  It was unclear if she was going to say more as her eyes were drawn to the person stepping through the skidding door to join them on the patio.<br/><br/>Her jaw dropped mildly and her eyes widened.<em>What the fuck!?  Why the hell is Desmond Lysander here?</em>she thought to herself  Her heart rose to her throat and her mind began to go into overdrive.<em>Had Izzy really?  She must've.</em>Never in a million years would Chloe have guessed that Desmond Lysander would've accepted such an invitation.  Did he know Izzy?  Had they met since that last party?  Was he really here because of that dare?<br/><br/>It took her but a moment to close her mouth and regain her composure, at least to the common observer.  She was almost as surprised that he remembered her name.  She'd only spent a week on set, with a few more call-backs scattered over a period of a few months.  She'd actually had less than a dozen lines.<br/><br/>In her surprise, she rose less gracefully than she would've liked and offered her hand in greeting to the A-lister.<strong>"It's a pleasure to see you again, too, Mr. Desmond."</strong>He'd asked her to simply call him Desmond when they were on set together, but he /was/ Desmond Lysander, and she was still a nobody.  Maybe.  One day.  If she became half the artist he was, she might feel comfortable calling him simply "Desmond".<br/><br/>She laughed lightly at his joke.<strong>"With as many projects you have up in the air, I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed about."</strong>Luckily, her wine glass was currently empty, and she lifted it toward the bottle when he mentioned bringing enough for everyone.<br/><br/>It took a few moments longer before she returned to her seat and a few more before her attention returned to the game.  Johnathan's dance was worth it.  She remembered learning the dance way back when she was around nine or ten.  Long before she ever began to try and pursue a career as an actress.  Part of her join Johnathan, but it was his moment in the spotlight, and besides she was enjoying his performance.<br/><br/>She clapped enthusiastically when he finished.  Then put her fingers to her lips and let out a whistle.  Blue eyes studied Emma for a long moment as the stunning brunette removed her jacket, but Chloe pried her eyes away and focused upon the woman's phone.<strong>"Is all of them an option?"</strong>she asked.  She was definitely getting the vibe that Emma was strictly dickly, unfortunately.  Though, maybe not according to what she had just said.  Was that just a jest or a hint?  Chloe's radar wasn't very finely tuned - as she seldom exercised it and kept that part of herself hidden and tucked away, for the most part.<br/><br/><strong>"That's always an option,"</strong>she commented with a slight laugh.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes roamed over those who were playing the game with her.  They were all extremely attractive, but she needed more.  She'd had crushes on three of the four people for some time.  Johnathan and Desmond likely since she'd hit puberty, or possibly before, and Emma since she'd worked with the woman.  Lance seemed charming in his own right; though, still a bit of a mystery.  He was also friends with Izzy's parents, which was admittedly kinda weird.  Speaking of weird, Johnathan was likely one of the few dancers she'd want in another video, if the studio ever gave the go-ahead on another one.  She'd auditioned for so many of Desmond's movies that she wondered if he knew her more because of those failed auditions than because of her brief time on the set of his latest movie.  She didn't want to be one of those women who earned their "big break" by spending time on their back.<br/><br/>Seriously?  What had Izzy gotten her into this time?