<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,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Aghhh! What the fuck?!</strong>" Emma's competitive streak, no longer contained by sobriety, reared its ugly head once again at the latest result of the poker game. With a huff, she tossed her cards back onto the table and turned her head, shunning the little pieces of plastic that had let her down more times than her last boyfriend. And that was saying something.<br/><br/>"<strong>Come on, you guuuys.</strong>" Emma tilted her head back with a petulant whine. She even tossed in a few pouting bounces against Jonathan's thighs for good measure. "<strong>Stop hogging all the good cards. For real. I can't even remember what it's like to sit like a normal person.</strong>" Emma drooped against her Chair with another whine, doing her best to look like the world was ending. Luck hadn't worked for her so far and she had no skill to speak of when it came to cards, so that meant it was time for Plan B: poorly convince everyone to let her win.<br/><br/>In order to get that pity victory, though, the game had to go on and that meant paying up. Emma cast a sidelong glance at the latest winner. Taking the challenge meant letting him decide where her lips went, or at least who they were going to be directed at. Emma's face quietly shifted into something that looked vaguely accusatory. It wasn't hard to guess at the inner machinations of the male mind. Jules would pick Rose so that he could have a front row seat to a little girl on girl action. And Rose seemed adventurous and just tipsy enough to give him a proper show.<br/><br/>Drunk Emma wasn't particularly hung up on that. In fact, one of her hands had wandered, reaching out to that navy blazer and gently tugging at it near Rose's ribs to expose just a tiny bit more of her fair skinned torso. Emma's eyes lingered, almost hungry in their gaze. The rhythm of her heart quickened. Maybe giving the boys what they wanted wouldn't have been too bad? Maybe even fun?<br/><br/>But no. The cards had hurt her, and being unable to retaliate against inanimate plastic, Emma had shifted her enmity onto Jules. No way was she going to let him tell her who to kiss.<br/><br/>That left answering Jules' question or stripping. Despite Jules' intentions, the tingle of taboo excitement wasn't there for Emma. "Like a week ago, in my bed, rolled over on my side with my tablet propped up on a pillow" was just so...mundane. It felt too easy.<br/><br/>Stripping it was then. Without announcing her decision, Emma's hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and began to pull it upward. Her shirt crested above a belly button nestled between faintly visible abs, right where the swell of her hips started to slope inward into her waist. And there it remained for a second or two until Emma let her shirt fall back into place with a playful smirk.<br/><br/>Why not have some fun with it, right? Emma slid off of Jonathan's lap and backed away from the gathered group with a few springy steps. She smiled, confident and flirtatious. A touch of red was on her cheeks, though that could have easily been from the alcohol.<br/><br/>"<strong>You know, I think I'm going to need a little help getting my top off. But who to ask?</strong>" Emma made a show of tapping a finger to her jaw and humming to herself in thought. The same finger that rested against her cheek then pointed out toward Diane. "<strong>Eeny.</strong>" The outstretched digit moved clockwise to Donavon. "<strong>Meeny.</strong>" Then to Rose. "<strong>Miney.</strong>"<br/><br/>Around and around Emma's finger went, the words to the children's game replaced by humming part of the way through. She wouldn't admit to it, but Emma<em>might</em>have forgotten a few of the words and added a few of her own, hence the shift into humming. As the melody started to come to its conclusion, Emma passed over Rose. And Jules. And then her outstretched finger lingered on Jonathan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=158387). "<strong>It.</strong>"<br/><br/>Emma looked slightly stunned and her lips bunched together as if there was something wrong with the result. Between the cards keeping her glued to his lap and now her silly game giving him the opportunity to take her clothes off, Emma was beginning to wonder if there weren't some outside forces at work. Dumb luck? Destiny? Chloe's evil magic? Whatever it was, at least it picked out someone that Emma was having fun with. No point stomping on the brakes yet, right?<br/><br/>Emma shrugged to herself and then curled her finger to beckon Jonathan toward her. "<strong>Guess it's your lucky day.</strong>"