<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, Vicki<br/><hr/><br/>Nick stripping down was a treat, he had an effortless way of peeling off his coat, tossing it to the side. His muscles were well maintained, you could tell with the way he held himself, a causal acknowledgement of his own body. Rose forgot to be disappointed that he didn’t sing. She lets out a small laugh at his quip about covering himself back up.<strong>”I don’t know if the host is going to let you hide yourself away once we get a good look at you.”</strong><br/><br/>At this point, Izzy started to work her jean shorts off, that light playful wiggle in the seat as she worked the cut-offs over her hips. The artful fall of the flannel was a nice trick. Playful. It made Rose want to win another hand as she leaned forward to collect the cards and push them together into a single pile.<br/><br/><strong> “It wouldn’t be an Izzy party if we didn’t get to hear you sing <em>something.</em>” </strong>Rose’s fingers slid over the edges of the cards making sure that they all pushed neatly together, it was funny feeling the edges of the brand new deck.<strong> “I used to play a lot of poker for a while. I miss it - but the prizes were never <em>this</em> good before.”</strong>