<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d23252deb79af5771f529d6d7e292784/tumblr_inline_myr17mduQ61rghlkc.gif)</div><br/>“Appetizers please Peter? Before I chew on Olivia's arm?”<br/><br/>Olivia could have waited, or let it go. But this time she didn't. Her lips pursed together, a partial raise of her eyebrows.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"And Schreiner assured me you wouldn't bite... <em>hard.</em>"</span>- Olivia replied, eyeing Jaclyn before turning back to Peter as if he had to take responsibility for her behavior. After all... this was how the zombie apocalypse started. Right? A nibble here. A nibble there. What was the world coming to?<br/><br/>She turned back to Jaclyn, giving the girl a small scowl and shaking of her head.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Please. You would not stop at my arm. I'm fucking delicious..."</span>And with that... she shook her head at just how astonishing her own lack of modesty was. Truly... Olivia had no misconceptions about her own beauty, and truly felt she was addictive to those around her. She could be quite compelling.<br/><br/><strong>“Olivia, you said nothing if I recall.  Jaclyn, I might recommend the poke.  Nibble or more.  Light dining.  They serve it with some nice greens.  Not to worry about the appetizers!  Hee-hee!”</strong><br/><br/>Olivia's eyes widen, her jaw slacking as if Peter were the dad who just told their kids it was mother's choice whether or not they could stay up and play video games, making mom the villain.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Hey-! I'm sitting right here. Right here. Don't encourage her!"</span><br/><br/>She glanced back over at Jaclyn, unable to hide the chuckle. Oh God... these people were fun. That's for sure. Within seconds... Peter was already effectively dismissing himself, leaving Olivia to presumably clear up any thoughts or lingering concepts that resided between herself and Jaclyn.<br/><br/>Alright... that was fair.<br/><br/>Divide and Conquer... She could make that work.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"You're positively delightful Peter... it's been an utter pleasure, meeting you."</span>She'd wait to offer her hand until he'd had his final drink, and indeed seemed to make himself scarce.<br/><br/><em>Besides... she had to keep an eye on her arm for now. Reaching over to shake his hand was a long time exposed to a... clearly ... very hungry Jaclyn.</em>