<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/MyXF7VZ.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>, Black top, Belt, Jeans,<del>Sneakers</del><br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Patio Pals (Arthur, Chloe, Jonathan, Lance)<br/><hr/><br/>What?<em>How</em>?<br/><br/>Emma stared at her two cards in complete disbelief. A Jack and a King was supposed to be a good hand, right? Now that J and K mocked her, like the cards were saying "JK, we weren't actually going to help you win." Cards were jerks like that.<br/><br/>With an upset huff that sounded a little too real, Emma flicked her cards back to the center of the table. Chloe came out of nowhere to win. Again.<em>Clearly</em>the woman was a witch. You would think that a witch would have found a better use for her dark magic than cheating at cards, but apparently not. Emma nodded to herself. Yep, that was Chloe's new name now: Card Witch. All that remained was reaching her phone without leaving Jonathan's lap so that Emma could make the name change official.<br/><br/>Emma was stretching out toward her pile of belongings, face full of focused determination to make sure she didn't lose her balance, when Arthur started raising questions about what Emma would be doing to pay up for the hand that had been stolen from her. The brunette let her shoulders slump and dropped her outstretched arm down against her thigh with a smack. "<strong>Yeah, yeah. I'm getting to it.</strong>" Emma drunkenly waved away Arthur's comments.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved to the Card Witch. Being the bread in a soon-to-be Chloe sandwich wasn't as appealing to Emma as it might have been to a few of the table's other members. The hunger that arose from the chance to get their hands on Chloe was palpable. The only way it could have been more obvious what was about to happen was if all the guys had collectively started salivating and licking their lips like cartoon wolves.<br/><br/>Emma left them to it and pulled her knees up to her chest and placed her heels on the edge of the sofa. She'd have to apologize to Izzy later for putting her shoes on the furniture, but in all fairness, Izzy wouldn't be hosting orgies if she was concerned about what her sofa would have on it by the end of the night. There wasn't the fanfare around untying the bow of her shoestrings like there had been with Chloe's boot removal routine. Stuck to Jonathan as she was, there wasn't a lot of room to try something like that -- not that Emma even knew how to go about kicking off sneakers in a sexy way. So instead, all the table got was one foot helping free the other from gray running shoes and then toes rolling white no-show socks until they joined the shoes on the floor.<br/><br/>There was just one problem. Emma looked down at Jonathan and saw that look in his eyes. It was like looking into the eyes of a dog sitting in front of the door to go outside. The poor thing. Emma could never say no to eyes like that. "<strong>Alright,</strong>" she said as she grinned and slapped a hand on his thigh, "<strong>you can go. We're not done yet, though. Not until Chloe takes mercy on us and lets someone else win.</strong>"