<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Inside, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear,<del>boots, and socks</del>,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: none<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arthur<br/><hr/>The door slid closed behind them just a moment after Emma's declaration in Latin.  Well, it sounded like Latin.  Not that Chloe knew the language.  Her attention wasn't really held by the goings-on of the patio.  Arthur's hand in her own just felt good.  Right.  She wasn't so far gone that she felt he was her soul mate or any type of nonsense like that, but the warmth and tenderness was alluring.  The same feeling she'd felt when he had massaged her neck.<br/><br/>She continued on to the kitchen and lead him by the hand away from the glass door.  She didn't even think about releasing her gentle grip when they arrived at their destination.  His thumb softly caressed the back of her hand as he stepped up close behind her.  Their bodies briefly brushed together, possibly inadvertently.  As if gently pulled by a magnet, she gently leaned back into him when she felt his presence so near.  It was a gentle lean.  Subtle, but affectionate.  She could feel the muscles of his chest against the flat of her back.  Feel the warmth of his breath on her neck.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, no.  Not looking to blackout.  Too much fun to be had.  And I want to remember as much of it as possible."</strong>Alcohol that could sneak up on her sounded like something she should steer clear of.<br/><br/>Her fingertips lightly brushed against the outside of his thigh while her mind lingered on the feel of his hands on her neck and back.  Then naturally proceeded to fantasizing about more.  Choosing a drink was a distant second thought.<br/><br/><strong>"Thinking I should just ride the mellow,"</strong>she said uncertainly as she surveyed the options.<strong>"Red bull vodka?  Maybe?"</strong>It helped keep the energy up when she was  out dancing, or clubbing way too late.  Didn't seem like the type of drink one had when they were sitting around playing cards, though.  Of course, the energy would hopefully come in handy later in the evening.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know.  I usually just go with whatever someone is kind enough to pour me."</strong>Or order her, but that wasn't the case currently.