<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2s68xtH.jpeg)</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>Black jacket, Black top, Belt, Jeans, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Jonathan, Chloe, Lance<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Yeah, yeah, you caught me.</strong>" Emma waved away Jonathan's teasing, but couldn't stop the faintest grin from lifting one corner of her lips. "<strong>Not every day that I play strip poker, you know. Actually, agreeing to this game technically just doubled my total. Last time, I was sixteen and nobody had the courage to go any further than underwear. Well, except Tommy Maddox. Boy, was he in a hurry to show everyone his dick.</strong>" Emma couldn't tell you why; it wasn't particularly memorable as far as penises went. Then again, Tommy was just a pretty weird dude all around. Probably why Emma got along with him.<br/><br/>Emma smiled at the memory, shook her head, and started to fill up her glass again. They came easier now that she felt a little more in her element after hearing that there wasn't any real pressure to strip or fool around. There were a million stories stored away in that head of hers and Emma loved letting them out. That love for the wild and crazy was probably why Emma was even here in the first place. After this, she was<em>definitely</em>going out to buy every movie she could find that had anyone from the party in it. The poor soul that she roped into that was in for a night of being nudged by elbows and hearing Emma blurt out "Oh! I've seen his junk!" while holding her hands apart like she was some old angler bragging about the size of a fish.<br/><br/>And speaking of memories, Chloe had apparently caught that bit about Emma killing her. "<strong>Of course I was bragging. You were one of my bests.</strong>" Emma's phone came out to provide a little evidence to the others -- or<em>maybe</em>just to brag a little more. There were at least five pictures of Chloe in various stages -- from wearing just the prosthetics to laying down in a pool of fake gore -- on Emma's phone, each a little more gruesome than the last. Like a real serial killer, Emma liked having a trophy or two, especially when she was as proud of the work as she had been with Chloe. Emma could only imagine the conversation that would follow if a police officer ever scrolled through her pictures.<br/><br/>While the talk of rules went on, Emma sipped on her drink. It all sounded fine until Chloe got to the part about socks and shoes not counting. "<strong>Whoa, whoa, whoa. Socks <em>totally</em> count.</strong>" Emma didn't want to dive too deep into a philosophical debate about what was clothing and what wasn't. That was only one step away from being one of those "Hot dogs are sandwiches" people and Emma wasn't about to sink<em>that</em>low. "<strong>Let's just say socks and shoes come off together, and belts come off with pants. Deal?</strong>" Emma didn't know why she was throwing out rules after just admitting that she was a strip poker novice or even why she was fighting to make sure her socks will end up coming off at some point. The patio was probably a little chilly underneath bare feet and the walk of shame back to the house wasn't something that she was looking forward to.<br/><br/>Ah, who was she kidding? Present Emma just wanted a little more cushion before the good stuff started coming off. Cold feet were Future Emma's problem. And if things went to plan, Future Emma was going to be too drunk to notice that the floor on the way to the bedroom was cold. Or better yet, maybe she could convince one of the kind gentlemen at the table to carry her inside? Now there was an idea.<br/><br/>Lance's voice made Emma flinch as if she just got caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "<strong>Hm? What? Oh.</strong>" Emma turned her attention to the subject of Lance's inquiry and tapped a finger against her chin. "<strong>Mmm...I don't know. I'd have to see more.</strong>"