<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/889887260047187968/907601015644233758/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Isabel Scott (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025874#msg16025874)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Headin' to the kitchen, being a social thing <3<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Cut off jean shorts, black tanktop, flannel 'jacket' (okay, someone's shirt that she stole/won awhile back and wears now because it is comfy as fuck and it is cold today)<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Chole and Jonathan<br/><hr/><br/>Heard the door and panicked a little giving herself another once over in the mirror and running her fingers through hair that she'd just finished putting those 'messy and tousled effortless' but actually take so much effort sometimes curls into.  Good enough.  Chloe's voice drifting up the stairs made her grin and she hastily put her jewelry back on, one of those cheesy charm bracelets that her mom gave her, each of the little dangling things representing one of her movies so far, silver rings scattered haphazardly across more than half of her fingers and two necklaces one long that dangled down into the neckline of her tank top and the shorter one with a little star hanging from the delicate chain.<br/><br/>Instead of finding shoes she just padded barefoot down to join them, making the pretty much universal high pitched sound of female happiness at finding them both there.  Hugs were indeed incoming.  Chloe first with a loud smacking kiss to her left cheek and then Jonathan though him she elbowed in the side first because she'd caught the tail end of his question before she came in the room.<br/><br/>"What if no one else is coming and this was all just my master plan to get the two of you here to do wicked things to you?  And now you've just totally ruined the mood."  The most dramatic of sighs, even a lower lip wobble.  She held it .. dejected, crushed, until actual tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes.  Fuck that she'd just put on make up.  The act dropped and she grinned moving past him to the counter where she poured herself a large glass of rum and pineapple juice, her light weight drink of choice for evenings like this.  "I'm kidding, I have no idea who is coming I invited like ... ten-ish people myself?  And there are always a few plus ones so .." shrugged slightly that oversized shirt slipping down one tanned shoulder as she took a quick drink of her fruity concoction.<br/><br/>Perfection!