<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QXgYSBG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Galadriel 'Elf' Tselepidis<br/><strong>Player:</strong>virtualblue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In bed, in Miss Lise's trailer<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:30 AM<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Unclothed, unshod, unburdened<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miss Lise<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Grumbling awake<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Ohmygawd," Elf said. "Is it even, like, light out yet?" She stretched, bringing to mind a kitten waking, and satisfied that nothing had broken off, Elf tried on a yawn. Liking the result, Elf did it again before disappearing back under the covers and then emerging at the foot of the queen size before wriggling her way to the trailer floor.<br/><br/>"An hour, huh?" Elf said and slinked her way on all fours over to Lise before nipping at the other girl's ankles. "You can do a lot in an hour." She tried her teeth on softer, more tender parts of her friend, but earned only a sharp laugh as Lise danced away from her.<br/><br/>Standing, Elf said, "Willpower. I've never understood this willpower thing you have. Don't you remember the story of the ant and the grasshopper? You know, from Kindergarten. The ant, she worked hard all summer, nose to the grindstone, and packing away food, but the grasshopper ... the grasshopper partied hard. Like it's New Years' Eve 1999 hard. Yeah, you know what I mean." Elf pulled down a mug and then a second one, eyeing them critically before returning one to the cupboard and taking a different one. "Then what happened, you ask. Winter came and the ant, in her hole in the ground, she ate stale-ass moldy food that had been sitting there for months. I think she died of cholera or Legionnaires' disease or some other crazy shit."<br/><br/>Elf filled both mugs with coffee, leaving plenty of room for milk and sugar for hers. She was of the determined opinion that the right ratio of coffee to sugar was 1:1. "The grasshopper though, she was, you know, in Miami Beach, living large. And that, Miss Elise, is what fucking willpower gets you. Diptheria, or whatever else it was I said earlier. I'm a philosopher, not a physician."<br/><br/>Bussing Elise's lips with a kiss, she handed her friend the other mug of coffee while she looked in the fridge to see if there was any coffee creamer. The crisp air from the refrigerator perked up Elf's nipples, and she said, "I can make omelets. Do you have tomatoes? I make a mean tomato omelet."