<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/AM_Bra.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:Rosalie Martin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red skirt,<del>sandals</del>,<del>striped v-neck</del>, Large Navy blazer, white lace bra<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio card crew<br/><hr/><br/>Rose had mixed feelings about losing the round. On the one hand - the high of her winning streak<em>had</em>been pretty excellent. Plus - she had somehow put herself out there for double punishment. A decision that she blamed on the sneakily strong drinks she had been downing perhaps faster than she had accurately payed attention to. On the other hand - she got to take off her sandals which she would have done quite a while ago if taking them off wasn’t part of the whole evening. Jules was quick to point out that they were goners. He hadn’t really responded to the word mix-up and potential kissing stuff earlier, which was just as well. He kept his cool, seemed to have a good control on the game and the table. Rose admired that about him. There was a lot she admired about him. That smirk for one. Smirks were fun. She returned his, already leaning towards the table and, by default, Jules as her hands reached down to undo the clasps on the sides of her sandals, kicking them back deeper under the couch. She’d probably curse herself for that later when she was trying to find them again. Though, that depended somewhat on how long they would be out here and in how any different places in the house the rest of her clothing ended up.<br/><br/>Rose’s let out a surprised laugh at Jules’ question.<strong>”I accidentally answered this earlier! So I guess answering this again is cheating right?”</strong>Rose was considering her options when Jonathan started pulling off his shirt. Watching him pull the cloth up over his well toned torso made her completely lose her train of thought. Then Emma’s hands were tugging at her blazer. Rose looked down, seeing Emma’s fingers tug on the oversized garment, pulling it to the side, a smile on her lips as she looked back up at the tipsy girl who was sitting herself back up. It was almost a shame that her and Jonathan seemed to be so intent on each other. Rose couldn’t help thinking about how much fun it would be to get in on that action. She absentmindedly bit her lip as Emma teased her shirt lift.<br/><br/>There was some disappointment in not being selected in Emma’s game of ‘chance’, but it wasn’t really a surprise to Rose that Jonathan seemed to have come out on top. Besides, watching him pull the shirt up and over Emma’s beautiful dark hair was a treat, so it was well worth it.<br/><br/>Diane’s support of Rose’s decision to take a double hit this round earned the delivery girl a bright smile. Diane’s voice rose a little in what felt like an inspiring speech and Rose was caught up in it.<strong>”Yeah! One for all!”</strong>Her eyes slipped over Donavon as they moved back to look at Jules, the current leader of the table. Stripping was fun, but the shoes were off - and Rose wasn’t ready to lose the blazer that she had very quickly mentally formed ownership over.<strong>”I’m with Diane, Mr. Leader man.”</strong>Not the smoothest nickname, but Rose didn’t have a quick comeback for being called ‘young lady’ and she felt like she needed something. Besides, the rhyming was fun.<strong>”Who do I get to kiss?”</strong>A smirk on her face as she waited to hear her fate. This was great - there were no bad options.