<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/MyXF7VZ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>, Black top, Belt, Jeans, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Pals (Arthur, Chloe, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>All things considered, Jonathan was adjusting to his predicament pretty well. In fact, maybe he was settling into it<em>too</em>well. Hands had explored along the top of Emma's jeans, fingertips brushing along frayed patches where the jeans were purposefully damaged. It wasn't quite the same as skin to skin contact, but it wasn't far off either. They would have both vaguely felt the heat of another human between the threads that criss-crossed the distressed sections from which the tanned shade of Emma's skin occassionally bled through behind the white threads.<br/><br/>Now, Jonathan had let one of his hands venture to Emma's back in a familiar sort of way that would have suggested to an outside observer that the two of them had known each other far longer than the handful of minutes that it took to arrive at this current juncture. It teetered on a fine line near the narrow band of bare skin between Emma's top and her jeans. Any lower and he'd be feeling her up. Any higher and his fingers would start to slip beneath her shirt. Emma seemed content with this arrangement. Her eyes occasionally flicked to Jonathan's, checking to see where his gaze was pointed. It wasn't really clear what she was looking for, but Emma smiled softly each time Jonathan locked eyes with her before letting her attention drift off momentarily to someone else.<br/><br/>Emma wasn't exactly innocent in this anyway. When they were face to face, Emma was about three seconds and a few drinks short of throwing caution to the wind and attacking Jonathan's face. A lot of that heat had thankfully dissipated. It helped that Emma's hands were occupied by her cards and her drink.<br/><br/>That drink touched Emma's lips again as another player joined. She still had a mouth full of liquor when she began frantically pointing at the newest arrival and bouncing on Jonathan's leg. "<strong>Mmmm! Mmmm!</strong>" She clearly had something<em>very</em>important to say, but it wasn't until she swallowed and winced that Emma got around to using her words. "<strong>Hey, hey! That's not fair! You can't just jump in like that after we've already played a few hands. He should have to take something off too. You know, like an ante.</strong>"<br/><br/>The disappointment Emma felt upon learning that Chloe wasn't opening the floor to having her challenge turned around on her was plain to see. The brunette's shoulders slumped and she gave her best fake pout. "<strong>You're no fun, Chloe. Other people need massages too.</strong>"<br/><br/>Just as swiftly and effortlessly as it had arrived, Emma's pout disappeared. A slowly forming smile began to take its place on her lips. "<strong>Well, Lance, you know what to do next hand. We can't let her get away with this.</strong>" Emma wiggled her eyebrows suggestively to really sell where she was going with this. She trusted that Lance's imagination could conjure up a thing or two.