<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Lobby | Bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Baylee, Nate, Open<br/><br/>Nate was right about Chrissa’s dad, although it wouldn’t be just the shoes or the dress she wore he would disapprove of.  While Chrissa’s parents had never been religious, they lived their lives with a different set of moral values.  When they learned about her working in porn films, their relationship became strained.  She hadn’t spoken to either parent in nearly four years, but Chrissa thought she might call them while she was in town, asking if it would be okay if she stopped by to visit before her flight home.  A distant family member had phoned Chrissa a few weeks prior to let her know that her father had been diagnosed with cancer.  Perhaps enough time had passed that there could be a reconciliation.  She hoped so anyway.<br/><br/>Watching Bay and Nate exchange hello’s brought a wider grin to Chrissa’s face.  She nudged her bestie with an elbow.  “Let’s hope neither of us land in jail tonight, but just in case,  I have a chopper waiting out back on standby. Just sayin’”.   Though they were mostly joking around, the sweet sentiment Baylee expressed, how the two of them were “sisters by heart, not by blood” brought a little pouty “aww-look” from Chrissa.  She leaned over and gave her bestie a little squishy side hug.  "I love you, girl!"<br/><br/>The bartender took Nate’s order, and looked to Chrissa for hers.<br/><br/>“Well, if he’s<em>buying</em>”.  She punctuated the last word by dragging it out and rolling her eyes over at Nate.  She grinned and winked at him before turning back to the barkeep.  “Make it a Tequila Sunrise, please”.  Chrissa thought she should stick to the same liquor, having already downed two shots of tequila not more than 20 minutes ago.<br/><br/>When Bay decided to make a fast get-a-way, leaving the two of them alone so they could talk, Chrissa didn’t want her bestie to go.  But Baylee was already on the other side of Nate, standing behind his back where he couldn’t see her.  Looking as adorkable as ever, Bay mouthed her words of approval and gave Chrissa an exuberant “two-thumbs up”.<br/><br/><em>‘OMG I think he still likes you! Just talk to him!’<br/>‘Still as a nice ass, good luck’</em><br/><br/>Chrissa was thankful she didn’t have a drink in hand when Bay said that last little bit.  She would have probably choked, or worse, spew her drink all over Nate!  Trying not to give Bay or her shenanigans away, she bit her bottom lip to keep from bursting out in laughter.   When her friend took off in the opposite direction,  Chrissa turned her attention back to Nate.<br/><br/>“Man, yeah.  Ten years ago.  We were young and invincible, weren’t we?”  Chrissa laughed softly and shook her head, thinking how the two of them were at one time. “ A lot of things I’d just as soon forget, but then, there are some things worth remembering.”<br/><br/>When Nate asked what she had been doing the last ten years, Chrissa still wasn’t sure how much he knew about her life now, but she decided it really didn’t matter.  She was going to be honest and upfront with him and let the chips fall where they may.  She wasn’t going to make the same mistake she did ten years ago, doing what she thought would be best for Nate.<br/><br/>“Well, things are going pretty good actually. Umm, not sure if you knew this, but I moved out to Los Angeles after school.”  Maybe she should have tried “easing into” what it was she did for a living.  But no, she just blurted it out. “And I started doing some nude modeling.”  The two were standing close enough that she didn’t think anyone else could hear their conversation, but if they were, she hoped they weren’t about to take a drink.  “And after that, I started making porn films.”<br/><br/>It was then, the bartender handed them their drinks, the stunned look on his face making it obvious he had just caught the tail end of her confession.  Chrissa smiled curtly, and thanked him before turning back to Nate.  Searching his face, she found his expression and countenance seemingly unchanged.<em> What was he thinking?  What in the world was "she" thinking, laying that on him all at once?  Would he suddenly excuse himself and walk away?</em>Chrissa sighed and held up her glass to propose another toast, but this time, it was just between the two of them.<br/><br/>“Here’s to those things worth remembering… and to hopefully, a night worth remembering".<br/>