<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Drug use, cursing and scene<em>does</em>contain a lap dance (DING!)<br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marco | NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta)<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>Janis Joplin - Me & Bobby McGee (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXV_QjenbDw)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The song faded out as she gracefully climbed back to her feet and vigorously shook her head, laughing as she rid herself of dead leaves the way a dog casts off excess water.  Tossing her head back to get her hair out of her face, she flashed the crowd one of her carefree smiles, front teeth ever so slightly gap-toothed with a small overbite.  She'd never been self-conscious about her imperfect grin, thinking such flaws made her more interesting to look at.  After all, Janis Joplin wasn't pretty by conventional standards, but there was a whole damn generation of male rockers who grew up utterly in love with her.<br/><br/>Speaking of the queen, she turned to her band mates and dropped a wink, signalling for Greg to switch to keyboards.  Turning back to everyone else, her grin turned wicked as she watched Marco settle on the side of the pool like Grade A Naomi bait.  When the music started up, she was already heading his direction, the tempo of the song far more upbeat and quick than the other songs they'd played, but her rasping drawl still worked perfectly with the lyrics.<br/><br/>She sang even as she stopped in front of Marco and reached up toward him, using a boost to climb into his lap and straddle his thighs.  The words poured straight from her soul as she plucked the blunt from between his lips and leaned in to teasingly run her tongue across his mouth, before flopping back.  Bent backwards over his thighs with her head dangling over the empty pool, she took advantage of a brief break in the rhythm of the song to draw in a hefty pull off the blunt.  Back arched, hips nestled against Marco's, one hand holding the mic to her lips and the other hand extended toward the sky, holding the smoldering blunt, she continued the song while holding her breath.<br/><br/>Her hips rolled and she writhed sinuously as she straightened and exhaled a thin puff of smoke finally, sighing a lyric and laughing as she offered the joint back to her generous benefactor and human stripper pole.  Once he took it, she curled a hand behind his neck and rose up on her knees, drawing his face briefly into the low-slung neck of her loose cami.  Then she fell back again, shifting to neatly swing her leg over him and slide back down into the pool in one fluid motion.<br/><br/>She flashed him a mischievous smirk before turning on a heel and sauntering back over to the band, arriving at the mic stand just as the song ended.<br/><br/>"Alright, bitches...that's it from me for a while.  Leanne's here with pizza and party favors, which means Greg's gonna take over so I can get my fuckin' food on.  I'll do another set later, maybe.  If you deserve it."<br/><br/>She snickered and left the mic in the stand for Greg, heading out of the pool and making for Leanne like a heat-seeking missile.