<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, Donavon<br/><hr/><br/>Rose looked at the cards dealt out in five piles. It was crazy to think that they were about to do this. She grinned into the kitchen, patting the couch next to her where Jonathan had been sitting previously, beckoning either Nick or Vicki to join her on the couch.<strong>”C’mon guys! Don’t think you two are escaping me either hearing your lovely singing voices or seeing some skin!”</strong><br/><br/>She didn’t know Nick - at all - he had been a slightly late presumably… or perhaps she was herself was just too on time for these sorts of celebrity parties. She can’t help but look over him when Izzy mentioned the underwear magazine. But, hell, why should she help herself? Looking was part of the prize right? Besides, he wasn’t naked yet - no harm letting her eyes run over the effortless flow of his grey shirt… his dark pants that, if Izzy was being honest, hid a magazine’s spread worth of secrets. Rose smirked as she sat back on the couch, picking up her cards.<br/><br/>She was a pretty easy read, but hopefully people were feeling the same jittery excitement that she was and weren’t paying too much attention. As much fun as it would be to lose eventually, Rose was pretty competitive. She could do this.  She glanced up in some disappointment as Donavon excused himself from the table. Celebrities. He hadn’t glanced at his cards yet so she couldn’t call foul play - but she knew her hand enough to know she had a good chance of winning this round, and - frankly, she didn’t think Donavon could sing - so him losing was a win-win. Oh well, there would be plenty of rounds.<br/><br/>She drops her cards with a triumphant grin as she wins the round. Looking around.<strong> “Alright! What’s it going to be? Skin or song?”</strong>