<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/AM_Arrival_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Rosalie Martin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red skirt, sandals, striped v-neck,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the inside game - Chloe, Nick, Diane<br/><hr/><br/>That purr... Rosalie felt the blush on her cheeks as Izzy talked about her. She<em>did</em>get excited about cameras, but right now it was that soft purr from Izzy that had her feeling a bit flustered... that and the recollection of the porn she had watched earlier that day, wondering if this evening would turn out at all like that... She watched as the star jumped up from her seat and skipped over towards the door, the flannel teasing as it bounced around Izzy's legs. Rosalie knew that they would likely all see everything by the end of the night, but it was hard not to hope a little that there would be a small reveal. But, through magic powers or just an expert hand at tying flannel shirts around her waist, Izzy didn't let slip any of her secrets quiet yet.<br/><br/>Rosalie grinned at Nick as the two of them awaited their host's return.<strong>"Your challenge, right? What's it going to be?"</strong><br/><br/>She got distracted and glanced in interest at the door as Izzy spoke to someone, and wondered as Izzy invited them in. Someone new? The girl that followed looked doe-eyed - adorable, she looked like she was going to get eaten up. She also came baring food which, as it happened, helped Rose realize that she was getting a little snacky. The request for a grasshopper made Rose smile - it was one of the first drinks she had ever had at a bar, and she had a bit of fondness for the drink. She gave Nick another smile as she pushed herself up from her seat.<strong>"I know how to make those! I'll see if we've got all the stuff for it.  I'd love one myself!"</strong>Rosalie moved toward the kitchen, rummaging through the various liquors grinning as she pulled out a small bottle of creme de menthe. Looking at Diane as she started to pour a couple of drinks, eyeballing the measurements to the best of her recollection.<strong>"I'm Rosalie. Most of the proper bartenders are out on the patio - so you'll have to settle for me I'm afraid."</strong>Rose pushed a poured glass across the bar to Diane giving her a friendly smile, wondering if her look when she got here was as gob-smacked as this girl's. Rose then looked around the rest of the room.<strong>"Anyone else?</strong>