<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/WOAQMvG.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>, Black bra,<del>Belt</del>,<del>Jeans</del>, Black panties,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone outside<br/><hr/><br/>Jonathan's entrance into the pool was hardly graceful, but it wasn't the near-death experience that Chloe made it out to be. Emma was young and drunk though, so she wasn't exactly the person to consult on matters of safety. Everyone might as well have been invincible as far as she was concerned. Invincible<em>and</em>hot, like Emma was the quirky sidekick in a Marvel movie or something. Little did she know that there was an actual soon-to-be actor in their midst. There was no telling how she'd take that news, but it was probably safe to say that she'd handle it with the same poise and tact that she had shown when she found out that he was a professional athlete.<br/><br/>"<strong>Aw, he's fine.</strong>" Emma did that sort of half bouncing, half wading motion over to Jonathan. Her hands rested on his shoulders from behind and she used the weightlessness of the water to hop up and plant a kiss near the top of his head. "<strong>See? All better.</strong>"<br/><br/>Rather than let her feet touch the bottom of the pool again, Emma leaned her weight onto Jonathan and gripped his sides with her legs like she expected him to piggyback her around the pool. That, or she was trying to topple him over and was just doing a really poor job of it. Emma was the sort of drunk that left her wanting to play, wrestle, and fuck -- preferably in that order with one leading to another -- so both options could have been equally likely. Going by her giggling, at least Emma was having fun.<br/><br/>The sting of betrayal interrupted that though. Emma's head perked up when Jules moved to exit the pool. There was the Jules that she had imagined when she first saw him: absolutely no fun at all. Who jumped into a pool and didn't use it? More importantly, what kind of masocist walked around with soaking wet underwear? Not Emma, that's who. It was ride or die in the pool from now on and she wasn't coming out until her clothes had come off.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, there we go!</strong>" Emma gave the delivery driver that was starting to come out of her shell an encouraging smile. She would have clapped or offered a drunken high five if her hands weren't so busy clinging to Jonathan.