<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>:  Johnathan's table, one of the white plus chairs.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear, boots, and socks,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: none<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Lance, Emma, Johnathan, Desmond, Open<br/><hr/>Chloe shared a small smile with Emma.  Maybe Lance was a bit nervous.  His lines were a bit thick and heavy, but this<em>was</em>supposed to be a relaxing place for people to be themselves.  She wasn't exactly on the same wavelength as the beautiful brunette, but the look was hard to miss, and the blonde responded with an empathetic instinct.<br/><br/>When she heard the challenge she glanced to the person on her right and gave him a sly smile.  If it had been Brandon or Emma she would already be hoping to lose this hand.  However, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to get physical with the man quite yet.  Sitting in someone's lap was pretty innocent, but it did bring two people into close proximity and made subtle touching easier.  It was just a lack of familiarity with the man who sat to her right which made her hesitant.<br/><br/>A quick look at her hand told her all she needed to know.  In a normal game, for money or other stakes, she would've folded right away.  Here,now, at Izzy's party losing was often more fun than winning.  She could shed her jacket or boots, or slide onto a very handsome man's lap.  Or, there might even be a very compelling confession she'd find fun to share.  She played her hand with an eager anticipation to see who won and hear their addition to the hand.