<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cf/AM_Arrival_1.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Rosalie Martin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kitchen to 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 party, Izzy, Jonathan<br/><hr/><br/>Rose gave Izzy a slight lopsided playful smile, looking over at her as she slid the box of jello-shots onto an empty space on the counter.<strong>“You know I wouldn’t forget something as important as pineapple! There’s blue berry in there too, and a watermelon… never tried that one before, but figured it was worth the shot.”</strong>Rose gives Izzy a little wink. She’d been bringing jello-shots to every party since… well… forever. They were fun, sure, but even more fun was watching people get the jello free from the clear plastic shot glasses. Rose didn’t have any<em>definitive </em>proof but she was pretty sure you could tell a lot about a person depending on whether they freed the jello with their fingers or their tongues… even more depending on just how well they could clear out the cup.<br/><br/>Rose glanced over at Vicki as Izzy brushed against her.<em>She</em>wanted to ask Vicki what she brought, but figured there would be a time and a place as the party wound up. Her eyes ran over Vicki as she walked by. Their interactions has always been quick bushiness affairs but seeing her at the - at<em>this</em>- party, caused Rose to look at Vicki a slightly different way.<br/><br/>While some of the other guests were getting Izzy’s brief tour, Rose moved towards the bar and picked up one of the glasses of Patron. The burn and coffee aftertaste was fantastic. Rose took another sip, making a mental note to be careful. No good to be the drunkest one at the party… and least not obviously and at the very beginning.<br/><br/>When Donavon came in he was impossible to miss - not only because of his tall stature, but because Rose recognized him. ‘Holy Shit’ she muttered under her breath. It had been forever ago… or at least four years which was basically forever. She glanced around to see if anyone was in her immediate vicinity to share this information with, but instead took another sip of her drink, eyes glanced at Donavon as Rose worked her way into the living room, settling comfortably into one of the large plush chairs across from Jonathan, red skirt settling over her legs, gave him a small smile and held up her now half empty glass.<strong>“Cheers”</strong>Then took another sip.