<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marco, Leanne, Benny, Roxy<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong>Nirvana - Where Did You Sleep Last Night (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5OHBEmQtNIg)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She tilted her head a bit as Marco came up behind her, a little smirk curling her lips before they parted beneath the pressure of his mouth.  She drew the smoke from his lungs into her own, tongue languidly curling against his and caressing over it before he broke the connection and she let the rest of the smoke plume from her nostrils.  Straightening, she looked to Leanne, smiling with a lazy sort of affection.<br/><br/>"Thanks.  Save me a dime bag?  I've got the cash, but I don't want or need it until later."  Her eyes flicked to Roxanne and she wiggled the fingers of her right hand in a greeting, flashing a smile.  "Hey, Rox Star.  You look hot tonight."  She reached out to grab a slice of plain pizza and was about to take a bite when Benny shot his mouth off.  Gazing at him silently a moment, she dropped the slice back in the box, and swiveled in Marco's arms to look up at him intently.  "I'm gonna hold you to that performance, Marco."  Her body pressed firmly to his as she leaned up to kiss his cheek, then extracted herself from his grip to step closer to Benny.<br/><br/>"You wanna pull this shit right out here in public, Benny?  Fine.  First, don't you<em>ever</em>try to make like me enjoying sex is somehow a<em>bad</em>thing.  This is the motherfucking 21st century and slut-shaming has fucking gone the way of foot-binding and dowries.  If you ever bothered to pay attention to the meaning behind the songs I write, you'd know that.  Second, I will fuck whomever, whenever, where ever and<em>how ever</em>I want.  Just because you put your dick in me doesn't give you<em>any</em>claim on me, my pussy or<em>any</em>other part of my body.  And lastly...try not being an insufferable ass for a while, Benny...you might find you like it."<br/><br/>The last part was mumbled with a vaguely distracted tone, as she caught sight of someone she'd been planning to talk to...and it looked as if he might be leaving.  As usual, her anger at Benny was only half-assed, because her temperament was generally chill...and Benny just didn't have what it took to truly cheese her off.  Even the few times she'd taken violent action toward him, it had been half-hearted.  If she'd bothered to think about it, she would have guessed<em>that</em>probably bugged him just as much as her lukewarm feelings in general.  But she didn't...so...<br/><br/>"Hey guys, save me a slice...I'll be back in a bit."<br/><br/>She waved to all of them and moseyed off in the direction she'd spied Jonas heading, determined to catch him, but not determined enough to run.  Running was hard work and she was too high, relaxed and happy to do effort.<br/><br/>"Jonas?"<br/><br/>She called as she followed along, willing to at least do that much.  She owed him, after all.