<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | A little after 6 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Smoking area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sexy little number as pictured, sans hat.  (https://thumbs.gfycat.com/WarlikeMilkyCony-size_restricted.gif)Black sandals.<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Logan, River(mentioned) | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She was seated in one of the chairs in the smoking area quite frankly because no one else was there. The doorbell rang, the masses began to trickle over, and she watched the saucy little minx of a newcomer sashay her way to fame in the kitchen. Delaney grinned, her eyes shielded behind her sunglasses. Once everything had settled down she’d be certain to make her introductions and grab a few...or several slices of pizza, but for now she was enjoying the relative peace and quiet.<br/><br/>The last few days had been a wild ride and she still hadn’t spoken to Logan. She suspected it wasn’t a good thing given how the tone of his text had shifted, and how he had said he would seek her out when he got back...and so far hadn’t.<br/><br/>Seeing that he’d toted in a bouquet of flowers which clearly weren’t meant for her hadn't argued a case in his favor either. Such was life. She was coming to terms and waiting for the fallout, whatever that was going to mean. Leaning back in her chair and quieting her mind seemed like the only reasonable response just then, and so that’s what she did.<br/>