<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/c1/60/d7c16004e6c93aa2002e11e908dde90d.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Donavon Adrian Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16028400#msg16028400)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Walking in.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black High tip Nike's with his own number on them, Black socks, jeans, Red boxer briefs, belt, tank top, and baseball jersey<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: None<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: People at the party (Rosalie, Diane, Jules, Chloe, Jonathan, Emma, Arthur)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Donavon was a bit better at holding his liquor all of those road parties would do that to you.  So now he was damn near sober, to be honest.  With that, he was doing his best to try to win, but he was looking at a 2 and a 3, and neither suit matched, and those on the turn couldn’t do anything for him.  There was no amount of bluffing he could do with this poor of a hand.  So that left him with folding.<br/><br/>Jules seemed to be pressing Rose to extract her from the rest of her clothes to which he smirked, not that he could blame him, but it was just the flow of traffic of the room.  It was the call of one item, answer the question, or two items.  Not at all what he was expecting but under the circumstances it was simply a poor hand tonight.  He thought about the question and realized he was not in a hurry to answer that.  Professional basketball player being hard up was not the story he wanted out at present.  So he was fresh out of options.<br/><br/>Jonathan stripping didn’t help his ego any either.  He let the purse of his lips tell what was going through his mind presently.  But even then, the only person that truly knew him had been tied up or left so even that told nothing about his thought process at present.<br/><br/>He wasn’t at all phased by Emma's choice in her wardrobe malfunction help, she was sitting on his lap after all, so that in itself was pretty easy after all.<br/><br/>He did watch her take off her shoes and socks.  He couldn’t help but smirk as she was still a bit more focused until he arched an eyebrow and looked at her wondering what was truly on her mind.<em>‘Somebody is trying to step the game up!’ </em>He thought wondering,<em>‘who the lucky person would be that she would be sent off with…where and for how long?’</em>He then turned back to Jules as he pondered truly all of this that was happening.<br/><br/>Rosa was coming into her own as well as she seemed, to connect to Diane’s bravado.  “Really?”  He asked just in general.  He was chuckling as he watched things play out.  “So the women still sticking together I see?  Fair enough.”  He watched.<br/><br/>So that was simply going to have to yield to him expressing himself outright as he stood up and pulled off his jersey and tank top.  “Ready for the next hand.”  He stated draping his top over the back of his chair.<br/><br/>But when Jules spoke up he paused and looked at the man, clearly owing him on this one.  He then turned to Diane but didn’t sit down as he looked at her.  He didn’t claim to know where her mind was or who it was on, but since he currently had her attention…he intended to keep it for just a bit longer before it dispersed again like so much smoke.  “Any time limits or other rules boss?”  He asked standing there, all but drinking her in.