<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/52/Ashe_Maree_Profile1.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Rosalie Martin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living room - Couch<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red skirt, sandals, striped v-neck,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Changing up the picture<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the inside game - Chloe, Nick, Diane, Donavon, Arthur, Jules<br/><hr/>Gave Diane a little wink at her ‘lifesaver’ comment. Alcohol helped ease everything a bit, though Rosalie was impressed that Diane was here, the poor girl looked so out of her element that the grasshopper felt like the least that Rosalie could do to help her out.<strong>”I tend to pour them a bit strong, helps hide any of the other mistakes.”</strong><br/><br/>Rosalie watches the interaction between Diane and Donavon, rolling her eyes in an amused way. That man got around. Rosalie grabbed her fancy drink - then one of the crab rangoons, taking a bite - it was heavenly, warm, with just the right amount of crunch. Perfect. Rosalie smiled as she slowly savored the bite - she could almost<em>almost</em>forget the game. She grabbed a small plate of some goodies and headed back to the table, smiling as more people joined the party. She couldn’t help look over the two new men who walked in. Oh shit! She knew these two! Not super well - but she recognized them. Hell, she had been convinced to take a yoga class<em>because</em>Arthur was the teacher - you don’t forget a body like that. As for Jules - the behind the camera folks always stuck together and had some solidarity. She gave them both a small wave as she tucked herself back onto one end of the couch.<br/><br/>Izzy’s grin made Rosie feel another slight blush on her cheeks, and the new challenge made her return the other girl’s grin. She glances over at Jules at the cards slide across the table.<strong>”You should jump in here - if you’re worried about being late you could always take off your shirt.”</strong>This was only a half joke, a playful smile ran over Rosalie’s lips as she looked him over, taking another sip of her drink and wondering - with all of these fun challenges - if she was ever going to get naked. Probably. The small trip to the kitchen had made her realize the effects of the first two drinks were kicking in. Best to go slow - this was bound to be a long fun night that she would be very angry at herself for forgetting.