<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Living Room, one of the plush chairs<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra nad underwear, boots, and socks,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:  None, just getting started.<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Johnathan, Donovan, Rose  |  Mention: Lance<br/><hr/><strong>"It's not the candy type,"</strong>she warned Johnathan and waited for his consent before she pulled another one from the baggy Vicki had supplied and carefully took aim.  Elbow bent, she flicked her wrist - not particularly the best form but still showed a bit of athleticism.  The purple gummy arched through the air and fell just short.  It bounced off Johnathan's chin and landed in his lap.<br/><br/>It was too soon for the drug to have had any effect on Chloe, but she let out an amused laugh.<strong>"Sorry,"</strong>a mirth filled smile was shared with Johnathan and Rose.  She shook her head.<strong>"Guess I'm out of practice."</strong><br/><br/>Her blue eyes turned to Rose.<strong>"I like your skirt,"</strong>she said honestly,<strong>"where'd you pick it up?"</strong>Chloe had a few inches on the stunning brunette who occupied the other plush chair, and she wondered if the skirt would look as cute on her as it did the pretty woman.<br/><br/>Chloe waited for Rose's response even while Donovan made his way through the living room and knelt beside her.  Her brow rose with curiosity and she grimaced slightly as she braced herself for further chiding.  She felt bad that she'd forgotten his name for a moment, but she'd still greeted him politely, even with friendliness.  He then decided to dismiss her, demean her, and make a big deal out of a little thing.  While this was indeed Izzy's home, it was like a second one to Chloe.  She had her own entry code and everything.  Regardless of his past relationship with Iz, his presence was like a giant trespass that shattered the comfort and security of Izzy's home for Chloe, in that moment.<br/><br/>Despite her feelings and doubts, she did her best to give him a smile - it was tight-lipped and guarded.  When he leaned in to whisper to her, she leaned in to hear him better.  She turned to regard him when she heard his apology.<em>Maybe he just had a really off sense of humor?</em>She wondered.  The compliments fell a bit short.  She wasn't sure if he was making fun of her and just going through the motions to appease Izzy.  With a moment's more of thought, Chloe didn't think the apology was insincere, just more that Donovan's ego didn't allow him to say something like "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong" without making light of it.  Whatever.<br/><br/>She smiled at him, a warmer one than what she'd given when he first walked up.<strong>"Sure,"</strong>she said and opened her hand for the shot, even as she set her wine glass on a nearby table for a moment.  She flicked the bottom of the cup with a well-manicured white painted nail (https://i.imgur.com/1OtjtHR.jpg), and hoped the act loosened the Jello.  She waited for Donovan to prepare his own shot.  Then, when it seemed like he was ready, she lifted the shot to him.<strong>"Thanks."</strong>She didn't really care for the shot, but she greatly appreciated the apology.  Hopefully it'd smooth things over and help make the night as fun and memorable as she had hoped when Izzy first planned it.<br/><br/>A moment later she threw her head back, the rim of the shot cup sealed between her lips.  She felt the solid mass of the Jello fall from the cup and land on her tongue.  The flavor of watermelon was barely enough to cover the taste of the alcohol.  It seemed to melt in her mouth as she chewed and then swallowed.  A burning warmth spread through her chest.  Her tongue flicked out and searched the bottom of the cup for any remnants for a brief moment.  Certain the cup was fairly clean, she straightened her head and brought the cup from her lips before she sat it on the table.<br/><br/><strong>"Just me, or are those kind of strong?"</strong>her tone was a friendly conversational one.<br/><br/>She would need to slow down.  She wasn't sure how strong the gummy was, still had her wine to finish, and was curious about the Patron and other liquors Lance had brought.<br/><br/><strong>"You guys going to make the playoffs?"</strong>she asked in an attempt to make light conversation.  She hadn't really followed basketball lately, outside of an occasional game because a co-worker showed interest.  To her chagrin, she wasn't even sure which team Donovan currently played for or if his team had a winning record.