<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0zxiZQd.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diane Windward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16046360#msg16046360)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Road->Front Door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Cardigan, White Blouse, Jeans, Socks, Sneakers, bra, panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None Yet<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Izzy, Nick, Rosalie, Donavon, Jules, Arthur<br/><hr/><br/>The party was getting full fast with all sorts of new people coming in. Diane thought that she might need a scorecard if this kept up. That being said, at least one mystery solved itself. She turned to Donavan and smiled. "Oh, right. That delivery from Mauna Loa. How the... uh... sports team stuff doing?" It was a big delivery. And a nice tip. And a spirited conversation the memory of which served to turn her face a bright crimson. Her hand instinctively coming in front of her face to block her burning cheeks and nervous giggle. "Small world." Who would have thought they'd get the opportunity to make good on the promises they had thrown about in jest (well half-jest) before?<br/><br/>Speaking of deliveries, Diane's lips twisted upwards again as<strong>Isabel</strong>jumped on the Crab Rangoons. There was a piece of advice Diane was happy to receive. "Hey, who here isn't easily distracted? This place is definitely... distracting..." And only promised to get more so. She returned<strong>Arthur's</strong>greeting before he slipped away to the pool, and turned to<strong>Jules</strong>and said, "Hi there," to him as well. Then went back to  the group as a whole as she asked the next obvious question, eyeing each in turn as she slipped her hands to her designated pile of cards and eyed them between furtive glances at the group around the table. "So" she continued, the alcohol beginning to break through some of the shock and awe she'd been feeling on entry, "How do you all know each other? You all seem pretty close."