<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Side of House<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268589.msg13258555#msg13258555).<br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jonas | Closed<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>VAST - Pretty When You Cry (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOZ6ptqcbUc)<br/><br/>She grinned and nodded to him, wandering closer as she peered around, squinting as if doing so would help her see better in the dark.  "Hey, Jonas.  I know you probably came over here for a reason, like to get away from people or...wow, just realized you might have been coming for a piss.  You want me to leave?"<br/><br/>She blinked and laughed at herself, glancing up as she ran a hand back through her hair and dropped her ass down on a busted, old television.  The screen was long gone and weeds were growing in the hollowed interior, and the wood cabinetry around the screen was heavily water damaged and dirty, but apparently sturdy enough to hold her weight.  Despite her question, she didn't seem to be in any hurry to leave, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands as she peered at him.<br/><br/>"Mind if I bum a smoke?  Mine are in Ernie's van, and I don't really want to go back over there right now."  Her foot bounced as she sat up and brushed her hands off absently, not caring that her shorts were getting filthy on her make-shift seat.