<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/908192702670184468/908192840197234688/Izzy1.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Isabel Scott (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025874#msg16025874)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Curled up on the loveseat in the LivingRoom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><as pictured><del>Cut off jean shorts</del>, underwear, bra, black tanktop, flannel 'jacket'<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: Stuffing her face with food and getting settled back in<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rose, Nick, Diane, Donovan, Jules, Arthur<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Was already ripping into the bag of food when<strong>Diane</strong>made her drink request, "sorry I don't like bugs..."  she just gave the other woman wide confused eyes as she popped the first crab Rangoon into her mouth.  "OhmyGodsogood" the words came out a muffled jumble around her mouth full of food, but happily people were already making the cute delivery girl a drink and helping her get settled in.  Yay for friends who know what they're doing!<br/><br/>While she was up she decided to refill her own drink as well which ended up like it usually did, just dropping a few pieces of ice and more rum into her cup. Grinning she saluted both<strong>Arthur </strong>and<strong>Jules </strong>as they arrived.  "How are you guys this hot?  It makes my heart hurt."  One hand did indeed lift to her chest, curling into the fabric of that flannel shirt and making the bottom edge ride up a few inches higher on her thighs.  "I'm so glad that you could make it!  Everything is indeed underway, but I mean, you know where everything is.  My house is your house!"<br/><br/>Hopping back onto her loveseat there was much wiggling to get comfortable again and stay covered, which was easier when she tucked her legs up under her.  "Okay, my turn to deal, sorry I should get a shirt made that says 'easily distracted by food'  anyway it'll probably be easier to just walk you through it as we go."  Gave<strong>Diane </strong>a reassuring smile as she started to deal out cards, counting them softly under her breath to make sure the piles stayed neat and organized.<br/><br/>"The challenge I'm giving for this round is ...a shot of the dregs... that's where we dump the little bit left in the bottom of bottles together into one instead of throwing them out, sometimes it can be kind of tasty, I'm looking at you apple pucker and whipped vodka weird thing from our first party, but sometimes it's truly an abomination of things that should never be next to each other let alone mixed. There's no real way to tell what is in there, you just gotta down it and hope for the best."  She paused to pick up her own cards, sliding them back and forth into some kind of semblance of order.<br/><br/>"Losers have to give up something.  Either do the challenge.  Lose some clothing.  Or answer the confession that our lucky winner offers later...."  she grinned at<strong>Rose </strong>again still delighted by her last confession.  "OH!  I should have mentioned it's a body shot, from the willing person on your left."  She couldn't help herself, there was no licking last time, she was determined to have some this go around!