<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, Sneakers<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Posse (Chloe, Desmond, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>It really wasn't much of a surprise when the cards were flipped and Emma found herself out of luck once again. There wasn't a lot to hope for with a three and a nine of diamonds except for a flush, and any hope of that got crushed when the first three cards that came out were all black. Emma played it pretty safe on purpose though. Maybe if she had seen some better cards when she peeked at what she had dealt herself, Emma might have made her dare a little riskier to get everyone else's clothes off that much faster.<br/><br/>Sitting in Jonathan's lap for a bit was the sort of flirty fun that was right at Emma's current comfort level. As much as she tried to project an exterior of a free spirit, Emma was always one of those people that needed some time to warm up to someone. While she might have been able to claim a few more one night stands than the average woman, Emma had still worked with each guy a few days or weeks prior to hooking up. In that way, this party was something new for her. If she did end up sleeping with someone here, it was basically sex with a stranger. Friendly, attractive strangers to be sure, but still, everyone here was a new acquaintance outside of Chloe. Emma supposed she could<em>technically</em>keep her streak alive by spending the night between the legs of the actress, but not enough alcohol had passed through her lips for that possibility to be much more than an amusing afterthought.<br/><br/>Besides, Emma wasn't in a huge hurry to get out of her clothes. Lance offered up his own way out of stripping, but Emma wasn't sure if she had an answer to the question. There wasn't one definitive time that rose above all the rest in her mind. Oh sure, if pressed, she could probably put together a top ten or choose one or two guys that impressed more often than not, but it felt like being asked to pick a favorite movie or a favorite song.<br/><br/>"<strong>Welp...</strong>" Emma tossed her cards back into the middle, shifted a few of her things closer to Johnathan, snatched up the bottle of Patrón that she had unofficially laid claim to, and then rose from her seat. A few steps placed her directly in front of Johnathan, where she paused to brush his jeans with her free hand as if her seat-to-be wasn't quite up to her lofty standards. After that, Emma fell back into him. She wasn't particularly shy about her positioning either, planting herself directly onto the center of his lap rather than opt for the safety of occupying a knee.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't know about those reviews. I've definitely had worse chairs. And it's barely hard at all.</strong>" Emma wiggled against Johnathan's lap, grinding a generously curved backside against an area that would probably make her blush if she stopped to think too much about what she was doing. The alcohol definitely helped with the whole not thinking thing, and a little more couldn't hurt, so Emma just raised the entire bottle that she had brought along to her lips. She leaned back when she finished, shoulders touching against Jonathan's chest, and looked back at the dancer. Emma gave a flirty, knowing grin and then wagged the bottle of Patrón to silently ask if he wanted to share.