<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/62/96/c4/6296c4dfd5c598c721c549317a517fd1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Naomi Redmond (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236519#msg13236519)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Fishnet & Fool's Gold (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/d3/cb/05d3cb176febd743270a8404bca567bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery's House | Backyard<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Machine abuse and harsh language<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>NPC Bandmates(Ernie (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/3c/13/1c/3c131c2574fc3d742e18b3b71d49005b.jpg) ; Greg (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/7d/db/147ddba132ad6d7ac1ae4aab4eab875b.jpg) ; Lee (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/80/23/cb/8023cb8199921c444358b137e9ac10c3.jpg)) | Everyone(Sorta) | Closed<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The members of Pearl Lipstick had arrived early, in order to set their shit up and try to make sure everything was ready for when people started arriving.  Of course, they completely underestimated the degree to which trying to arrange a decent sounding and functioning system in the backyard of an abandoned house would fucking suck.  Thus, while they'd managed to sweep the trash and leaves out of the bottom of the pool, at least enough to give them the space for their instruments at the deep end, and had gotten everything set up...the generator was still not working.<br/><br/>To tide people over, their bass guitarist, Ernie, was providing some seriously<em>lame</em>alternative entertainment in the form of amateur magic tricks, while Naomi worked on the gennie.  Lee, the drummer, and Greg, the electric guitarist/keyboardist, stood around watching her curse and fiddle with the machine, which they'd borrowed from her trailer.  Finally, Naomi rose from a crouch and wiped her hands on a rag from the back of Ernie's van, glaring at the generator.  "Right...here goes."<br/><br/>She yanked the cord, heard the familiar sound of the gennie<em>trying</em>to work, and hauled back to give it a righteous kick with the sole of one of her battered leather boots.  She was rewarded with the damn thing finally turning on and she let out a celebratory cry, turning in a circle on the spot and pumping her fists in the air.  "Fuck yeah!  Let's get this shit going, before Ernie starts pulling scarves out of his ass!"<br/><br/>She tossed the rag back into the van and led the other two members of Pearl Lipstick through the mound of trash and rotting leaves at the shallow end of the pool and to their instruments.  After a few minutes of checking sound and adjusting mikes, tuning and the like, she grinned up at the people starting to wander over to the edge of the pool, tossing her hair back and purring into the mike like some alien, yet alluring, combination of a vintage motorcycle and a jungle cat.<br/>'<br/>"Hey there...We're Pearl Lipstick and this is Affection (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5soixb2U6xM)."<br/><br/>She swayed and twirled languidly along to the slow, dreamy music as her bandmates played, her eyes closed.  The indirect glow of the multiple strands of white Christmas lights draped over the edge of the pool and strewn around their 'stage' area sparkled in the sequins on her short top and glittered on the bangles sliding up and down her arm as she sang, creating a kind of cheap, yet evocative, magic.