<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>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Posse (Chloe, Desmond, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>What was that saying? Chivalry is dead? Well, apparently subtlety found chivalry's grave, dug it up, and climbed right on down there to join it. Jesus Christ, Lance, way to grab the knob of the flirt-o-meter and crank it to 11.<br/><br/>Emma had come a long way from the teenaged girl that found herself in someone else's bed after prom for no other reason than because that's what you're supposed to do. All she knew to do back then was curl up around the guy on top of her and wait for him to tire himself out like it was some kind of UFC fight and she was just stalling for the bell. Emma, however, quickly caught on that sex, like many things in life, rewarded you proportionally to how much effort you put into it.<br/><br/>So yeah, Emma made some noise sometimes. It wasn't a show for the guy she was with (well,<em>maybe a little</em>) or because of anything he did -- though it is admittedly pretty hard to stay<em>completely</em>silent during an orgasm. No, Emma let herself get caught up in the moment for her own benefit. Assertiveness fed into her arousal, heightened arousal made sex feel better, and getting off more frequently only cemented for Emma that what she was doing was working for her. But screaming? That crossed from 'having fun' and over into 'clearly faking it' territory.<br/><br/>"<strong>Screaming, huh? Yeah, ok.</strong>" The skepticism that Lance could back up his boasting was plain to hear in Emma's voice and just as easy to see in the accompanying roll of her eyes. She smirked and flashed Chloe a quick look that communicated a silent 'are you hearing this?' Geez, at least let a girl get three or four drinks down before jumping straight to the screaming orgasm page of the pickup playbook.<br/><br/>Emma said no more when the cards found themselves placed in front of her, though the brunette still held a lingering grin of disbelief. Her hands looked unsure as they took the deck, split it in half, and then sawed the halves together until she was able to find gaps to force the cards into. She definitely wasn't getting called out to Las Vegas for a career in dealing cards any time soon. This 'shuffle' was repeated a few more times before Emma seemed satisfied and started flicking cards to those gathered around.<br/><br/>"<strong>Let's see. My challenge is...</strong>" Emma lifted the edges of her cards as she spoke, dragging out her words until she had a peek. It was probably cheating, but what were they going to do? Throw her in orgy jail? "<strong>...sit in the lap of the person on your right until you win a hand.</strong>" Emma smiled over at the previous dealer, and her potential chair in the near future. She wasn't really planning on getting as<em>animated</em>with her 'chair' as Johnathan did with his during the impression, but who could say for sure?<br/><br/>Somewhere in between dealing out each player's hand and flipping over the remaining cards, Emma pushed her phone over in front of Chloe. The contact screen greeted her, with the name Chloe already entered. All Emma needed to send off the pictures was a number. And you better believe Emma was going to brag to everyone she knew that she had scored a celebrity's phone number if Chloe obliged.