<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 | Side of House<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Stoner philosophy and butterfly kisses<br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jonas | Closed<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>VAST - Pretty When You Cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc)<br/><br/>She laughed softly and took one last drag off her cigarette before dropping it on the ground in front of her.  The smoke drifted up through her nostrils as she lowered her foot and crushed her smoldering butt beneath one boot as she rose to her feet.  Her arms stretched up over her head and she let out a cat-like rowl of satisfaction as she stretched and stalked toward him, back arched and one arm dropping behind her neck as her fingers curled around the opposite arm's bicep.<br/><br/>"That's why I followed you over here.  Well, actually I was more making sure you weren't taking off, 'cause it's less awkward to initiate sex at a party than having to plan a whole meeting thing..."  She dropped her arms as she drew closer and stopped in front of him, her boots not adding much height to her natural 5'5.  One hand rose casually to comb her fingers through his hair as she cocked her head and grinned up at him, looking vaguely amused.<br/><br/>"Do you ever think about how weird it is that talent or intelligence is totally indiscernible in someone's appearance, unlike speed or strength?  It's like evolution knew people with special gifts needed to be able to hide...the way insects camouflage themselves in nature.  'Cause we're fragile and make for juicy prey."<br/><br/>She leaned in to nestle herself lightly against him, 'pinning' him between her slender form and the wall of the house.  Her fingers curled in the hair at the nape of his neck as she rose up on her tip-toes and pulled his mouth down onto her own.  Her lips tasted like smoke, marijuana and orange juice from the screwdrivers she was drinking prior to the party, because she hated the flavor of alcohol.  Her eyes remained open briefly before drifting closed, her lashes tickling his cheeks as her lips parted slightly to let the tip of her tongue trace languid looping patterns over his lips.