<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0zxiZQd.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Diane Windward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16046360#msg16046360)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Road->Front Door<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Cardigan, White Blouse, Jeans, Socks, Sneakers, bra, panties<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None Yet<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Izzy, Nick, Rosalie, Donavon<br/><hr/><br/>"Um... yeah... naked..." Diane was really going to need that drink. All in all, the people seemed friendly enough. Fortunately, the girl was quick with the grasshopper. One nice thing about houses in the hills - they had all the liquors you could want. "Thanks,<strong>Rosalie</strong>. You're a lifesaver. " She took a sip... no, let's call it what it was. A swig. She took a healthy swig of the cocktail, putting it down to reveal a foamy green mustache that she absently wiped away once she realized it was there, red cheeks taking the place of the green layer. "As far as I can tell, you're a heck of a bartender."<br/><br/>"So, you were all talking about challenges and things. How does that work?" She looked back to see the new guy walking in, all tough and athletic yet charming. He actually seemed kind of... familiar? Yes, she knew him from somewhere, and not just TV. Turning to<strong>Donavon</strong>, she bit the bullet and just asked. "Do I... Did I... um... did we meet... somewhere... before?" The more Diane looked, the more she was sure that she had, but from where?<br/><br/>Of course, from everything she had picked up so far, chances were she'd be getting to know many of the people here a lot better before the night was through. What exactly had she gotten herself into?