Towering Pines - Weaver Way
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Top Cat on 25-03-2017, 21:38:08</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 21:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/x0Gl6F8.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Weaver Way</strong></span></span></span></div><br>Weaver Way is one of the newer streets in Towering Pines. It has an odd mix of old, unique classical mansions and new, pretentious, nearly-identical McMansions.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 22:44:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair to start</li></ul><br>James St. Clair was on top of the world. Winning the election for HOA President was a tiny, <em>tiny</em> accomplishment compared to what he really wanted, but he figured that you have to take the successes where they come. This was the first of many, as far as he was concerned.<br><br>Today was the first HOA meeting since the election. He'd talked with the other HOA members about what was going on, and made a new plan of action. He'd be making a speech later tonight - he didn't expect for there to be any votes going on, but was prepared to deal with that when and if it arose. But for now, he was whirling about the house, getting things ready. Catered food - both in the expansive dining room and in the back yard, with plenty of room for guests and HOA members to mingle, check. Soft background music, not too intrusive, but also preventing dead silence - check. His wife nearby to show that he was a Family Man - something that had far more impact in politics than it should, but still essential - check. He barely noticed the stunning dress she was wearing, and gave a vague compliment in passing. <br><br>People started arriving. Some of the more traditional HOA members brought some food, and whether they were genuinely home-made or replanted store-bought was unimportant. Dressed in his finest suit, James greeted them individually as they arrived, and encouraged them to mingle. This was as much of a celebration party for his victory as a HOA meeting, after all. <br><br>Finally, the time had come. The meeting, the announcements about plans, and... then what? He wasn't entirely sure. <br><br>He called out to the guests to come in for the meeting. With the living room rearranged with temporary seating for 50 and a small podium for him to stand behind, he was ready. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>25-03-2017, 23:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/ab26af97f1bf9fe9466542b19d5acb30/tumblr_oaxkk7R8t21udqxafo1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Arrival a HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>Violet took the chance to walk to the meeting, despite her not-inconsiderable heels and form-fitting dress.&nbsp; The sky was beautiful as the sun began to set and the air was warm, yet cool enough not to be unpleasant, and it smelled of freshly-mowed grass.&nbsp; She took her time, not looking forward to the meeting, knowing it was likely to be unbearably dull, but at least she'd be suffering amidst good company.&nbsp; She hoped that James would provide palatable wine, because a couple of glasses made sitting through the meetings far easier.<br><br>Her languidly elegant, confident steps brought her up the front walk and through the door of the St. Clair house, where she greeted their beleaguered host and hostess briefly before going in search of the fabled wine.&nbsp; Due to taking her time, she only managed to sip half a glass before they were all called into the living room, and she only momentarily debated with herself before picking up the half-empty bottle of Chardonnay and carrying it with her.&nbsp; She took a seat and tucked one dainty foot behind the opposite ankle, settling in comfortably with her glass and bottle, all set for the long haul.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 01:19:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Alexandra Vale</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open to those in attendance<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Snark<br><br><hr><br>For a long few moments, after the engine of the BMW was shut off, Alexandra Vale sat behind the wheel, practicing her pranayama.&nbsp; Her eyes were clothes, manicured fingers upon the wheel, as she took in the calming breaths.&nbsp; She focused upon her inner chi, harnessing it to bring about a sense of calmness that she so desperately needed.<br><br>She should have been home, curled up on the sofa, slowly draining the reserves of Pinot in her wine fridge.&nbsp; Relaxing in comfortable clothes, washing trashy television, or better yet, having a little hunk around to massage every inch of her body before a little romp in the bedroom.&nbsp; Yes, that's what she should have been doing that very night, at that very moment.<br><br>Instead, she was about to deal with a deadly combination that she was wholly not looking forward to:&nbsp; an HOA meeting and seeing her ex.&nbsp; One of them alone was enough to cause a headache, but together?<br><br>Alex was wishing she had a bottle of wine to get her through the evening.<br><br>But she persevered, swallowing the discomfort of the evening, feeling confident in the evening that was to come, rather than to give credence to the&nbsp; little, nagging thoughts of What If...<br><br>Alexandra walked up the pathway of the meticulously-kept yard.&nbsp; She greeted the man whom she did not vote for, with that smarmy look about him, politely as Ms. Manners would have dictated for such an occasion.&nbsp; She said her hellos to the other men and women of the community, putting on the face of polite warmth, while biting back her tongue at some of the comments her anxious mind wanted to say (<em>fake tits... cheating bastard... oh God, this bitch again?... a walking medical marvel, more silicone than person...&nbsp; little tart... flirted with your son...</em>), waved at those she knew and enjoyed the company of, all as she moved about the house.<br><br>She stayed away from the wine.&nbsp; As tempting as it was to indulge, to whet the fires of anxiety with a bit of soothing wine, Alexandra resisted.&nbsp; She told herself that it was probably cheap shit, and for that reason she convinced herself to stay away.&nbsp; But the deeper reasons, namely in the form of her ex husband, were the reasons why she kept herself away from temptation.<br><br>The last thing she needed was to be making a fool of herself.<br><br>When the time of the meeting came, when everyone began to gather around in the living room, Alexandra found herself tucked away against the wall, arms folded across her chest, wondering what sort of shit show the HOA was going to try and pull now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 03:10:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)<br><br>Name: Shane Eames<br>Time/Location: Evening Eames Residence<br>Tagging: The whole Smells like teen spirit crowd <br>Content: Pool Party for the teens while the olds do their business<br><br>It was Friday evening and the adults were all going to be meeting at the St. Clair house for some manner of home owners association bullshit. So what is a high school senior with time on his hands and an empty house to do? For the past week Shane had planned this little pool party for some of his friends at school. An intimate little get together where they could swim, drink, listen to music, and just relax while the adults talk about money and property values, and all the shit kids didn't care about.<br><br>It was a great idea. <br><br>Several of the local kids and friends from school were coming. Clark said he was coming for certain, but the guest list seemed anything but solid. Word of mouth spread from one day to the next and friends of friends were ready for the party. With the help of a fake I.D. and road trip to the neighboring town of Springdale, he had enough beer to handle the needs of his posse. Aside from the beer, he also bought enough cheap hot dogs and chips to feed a small army for a week, or his class for an hour. <br><br>Shane's house was built for entertaining. Gregory Eames entertains a lot of people while managing his aerospace firm. Their house is fairly large and spacious with a lot of bedrooms, and a large outdoor area with a huge pool. About once a season their house has a little gala where people from all over the world show up and talk all things aerospace. This is the first time Shane has hosted his own get together, and he hopes it's fun. As long as they stay out of his and dads rooms, we should be cool.<br><br>The real selling point to this shindig was that most of the adults were right across the street. With that kind of pitch, how much trouble could this little party be right?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 03:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b3/Janine_Lindemulder_DSC_0238.JPG)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Kate Morgan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074497#msg13074497)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Vi Leighton<br><strong>Content</strong>: Arrival a HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Kate cursed under her breath as she hurriedly slipped on her shoes and grabbed her car keys.&nbsp; “Running late as usual!”, she murmured to no one in particular.&nbsp; As she flung the door open, she called back upstairs to Tim, who she presumed was in his room studying, “I’m leaving now, headed over to the St. Clair’s for the meeting.&nbsp; Be back later!”<br>&nbsp;<br>She would rather have a root canal than to have to sit through another association meeting, but she knew it was in her best interest to be there.&nbsp; Members failing to attend would generally be the ones who found themselves slapped with some obscure fine for planting too many flowers on their property, or worse, the one who had a lien filed against their property because of breaking some frivolous law that no one ever knew about.&nbsp; Kate didn’t trust the board members because she had been there long enough to know how underhanded they could be.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Now they had a new president, James St. Clair, who was recently voted in.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would be interesting to see how he was going to run things, the changes he would make to their community.&nbsp; Kate figured his position with the HOA was just a stepping stone to gain him a bigger and better political office somewhere down the line.&nbsp; She didn’t know him all that well, but she got the impression he was all about power and control.<br><br>She arrived at the meeting with only a few minutes to spare, but she made the best of those few minutes, quickly shuffling over to the bar and pouring herself a glass of red wine.&nbsp; Exchanging a few pleasantries with the other attendees, she seated herself next to Vi, giving her a little wink and grin as she leaned closer to where only she could hear her.<br><br>“What?&nbsp; No <em>party favors</em>?”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 03:27:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mens-hairstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/12.Zac-Efron-Hair.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Sports coat, dress shirt, slacks and shoes <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ms. Vale,&nbsp; Ms. Leighton and Morgan in passing <hr> <br><br>Corbin wasn't a member of the HOA or a homeowner, but he resided inside one of the pool houses and serviced a majority of the pools in the neighborhood and on occasion, their owners. If his presence was questioned, he could always make up some bullshit about changing the restrictions on PH levels or alkaline balances for the neighborhood or some regurgitated method to save water. The talks of some high school party had gone ignored in favor of the meeting, why? Because it was a cougar paradise and an optimal hunting ground for guys like him who enjoyed the thrill of a chase. <br><br>He entered through the side gate, opting not to go through the entire meet and greet portion of the event. Once inside, he grabbed two flute of wine and scanned the crowd. Had he not spotted Alexandra tucked away like a wallflower he would have gone on his merry way but this was out of the norm for the normally social butterfly. As he approached he passed by the owner of one of his favorite boutiques. "Hello Ms. Leighton, Ms. Morgan." Corbin greeted&nbsp; them, shooting the former a quick wink in passing before he took a seat next to Ms. Vale. "So is this why you cancelled our plans for tonight? If you are looking for a new boy toy, there is a party going on across the street." He teased as he offered the flute of wine. <br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 04:41:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Alexandra Vale</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Corbin McCree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Snark<br><br><hr><br>Getting through the hour, or however long the damned thing was supposed to be, was going to be a challenge.&nbsp; She had to be there, to hear what, if any, new and restrictive ordinance was going to be attempted to be shoved down their throats, what sort of new rules and they had to live by in the posh and cozy little neighborhood, and by extention, she had to be there through the possible appearance of the ball of sleaze that was her ex.<br><br>Alex had dressed for the occasion, while trying to appear as if she hadn't, as if she had just thrown on some casual clothes and stepped out to the meeting.&nbsp; Her best pair of jeans that showed off the shapely, firm backside.&nbsp; The top that, under just the right amount of lighting through the thin material, displayed the lacy black cups of her bosom, with a few buttons undone.&nbsp; She had wanted to make the man jealous, as she always did when she saw him, to tease him with what he had lost, what he had let slip through his fingers...<br><br>And having Corbin around might have just been the cherry on top.<br><br>A soft snort of mild amusement came at his words, unable to resist the flute handed to her.&nbsp; “I'm sure you're not complaining.” She said, having picked up enough information here and there through the various grapevines of her pool boy's other “friends”.&nbsp; There was little doubt in her mind as to why he was there, surrounded by so many who sought his services.<br><br>She sniffed at the contents of the glass, taking a gentle sip before slyly and discretely emptying the contents of what was cheap wine in the amateur connoisseur's mind into a nearby potted plant.<br><br>Her eyes sized up Corbin, a smile that was faint coming across her face.&nbsp; “Nice coat.” She said.&nbsp; “Looks like something I'd buy you.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 05:10:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, observing Alex and Corbin, checking out Freja, Kate and Violet <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arrival at the HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>The flight in to John Wayne International was trouble-free--after all, he'd only been traveling over the Sierra Nevada from Arizona this time.&nbsp; He did his own flying in his Cirrus SF50 (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/2/26/Cirrus-jet-flight.jpg/800px-Cirrus-jet-flight.jpg), and this trip had been no outlier.&nbsp; Still, the visit to one of the composite production facilities for his company had run over, and he'd had to make up time by flying a lot faster than he'd planned.&nbsp; Ah, fuck it.&nbsp; It was fun.&nbsp; Besides, he'd made it in time for the HOA meeting, right?<br><br>He pulled up at his house, but parked in the large turnabout driveway.&nbsp; He didn't have time to bring his bags in or see Shane, but he was virtually across the street from James St. Clair's place, anyway.&nbsp; He saw a few more cars around the area, but placed them as visitors to the HOA meeting...not his own home's unexpected use as a party site.&nbsp; For the most part, Greg trusted his son.&nbsp; He'd been a young man once upon a time, and hadn't forgotten what he'd done back then, but shit--he was <em>right across the street</em>.&nbsp; What could go wrong?<br><br>Cutting across the sidewalks and pavement, he made a beeline for the St. Clair residence, moving inside smoothly.&nbsp; He nodded to several of his neighbors who he knew on an acquaintance level, picking his seat.&nbsp; That was when he spotted Alex.<br><br><em>Ah</em>.&nbsp; It was funny, the mixed emotions he got with her presence.&nbsp; Of course, he knew she lived in the community.&nbsp; His eyes traveled up and down her.&nbsp; Still looked as good and as fuckable as ever.&nbsp; All that damned yoga did it's job, apparently.&nbsp; If only the zen shit worked in similar ways for her when she was around him.&nbsp; Well, he was sure he and his actions had something to do with that, too.&nbsp; Men would be men, after all.&nbsp; At least, he would be.<br><br>He saw a younger man passing her a champagne flute, and he nodded to himself.&nbsp; <em>Having a little taste of a younger vintage, Alex?</em> he wondered, as he sat down, straightening his jacket and crossing his left ankle over his right leg.&nbsp; They were long over and done, and he had no jealous thoughts...though he did recall, briefly, the handful of...<em>reunions</em>...they'd had over the years.&nbsp; While he would never call them <em>friends with benefits</em>--because the word <em>friend </em>could never apply to he and Alex--there had been some small measure of <em>benefits</em> here and there.&nbsp; Consideration and respect?&nbsp; Nah.&nbsp; Animal lust?&nbsp; Sure.&nbsp; It gave him no small measure of satisfaction, regardless of the time that passed between those rare moments, that--sooner or later--he'd find Alex back under him again.&nbsp; Or up against a wall.&nbsp; Or in a jacuzzi...<br><br>He grinned.&nbsp; Maybe she'd finally reached her tenth level of nirvana or something, and could resist it this time.&nbsp; Resist <em>him</em>.&nbsp; He scoffed quietly to himself.&nbsp; He doubted it, and he could bet that she probably hated him for it, too.&nbsp; In the meantime, he eschewed anything to drink, and bided his time enjoying the curves of two blondes, an older and a younger one, while he waited for the meeting to begin.&nbsp; As his eyes worked over first one woman, then the other, a third woman drew his meandering attention.&nbsp; Dressed rather retro, he appreciated her apparent taste in clothing and hairstyle.&nbsp; He couldn't knock a girl for rocking something from another era, and she had the body for it, too.&nbsp; <em>Hm</em>, he considered.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I need to spend some more time in the community.&nbsp; Seems to be decent pickings here now...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 06:32:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Alex Vale<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Shane &amp; others at Pool Party<br>Dressed: Crimson Tanktop, Black Cargo shorts, sandals.<br>Content: Party Arrival!<br><br>Aric walked towards Gregs house, a place he never really went, but word of mouth was the party there, and a few confirmations decided that He needed to go. The guy was his moms first husband, and had cheated on her. So he wasnt greatly fond of him, but in passing he knew Shane, and he seemed the good sort.<br><br>Aric was normally rather reclusive between study and work, he had already finished high school early and started into college when they had moved into the neighborhood, and 5 nights a week he worked at the Yoga Center. Add in it was hard to tell just how old he was, some where between 18 and 22 by the baby face look he had, NBA player height, and while not GymRat built, definitely spent a good bit of time working out. Normally this was enough for him, but the urge to get out and meet people was just to strong, and this was the perfect chance..<br><br>He spotted Shane and made his way over, "Oi, Shane!" he gave a head nod and held up a stack of pizza boxes from one of the good places near by. "Hope ya dont mind.. Brought a little somethin for party."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 07:51:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Shane Eames<br>Location/Time: Eames Residence<br>Content: Party<br><br>Shane is standing over by the charcoal grill talking to a couple of girls you haven't seen in school or even in town. He waves to Aric and puts down a set of tongs making his way through and around several party goers. As he twists and turns around you realize there is already about 50 people in attendance, and only about half of them you know. Shane finally makes it to you and takes the pizza to a nearby picnic table where the foodstuff and disposable kitchenware has been assigned. <br><br>"How's it goin Aric?"<br><br>One would think Aric and Shane would have a somewhat contentious relationship due to family history. Shane's father, man whore that he is, was once married to Aric's mother and their parents generally don't get along very well most of the time. Shane's attitude about it surprisingly simple. It's their business. In fact his father won't even bring up Alex in front of Shane because Shane thinks she's great. He grabs a beer for himself and Aric as they pause to watch a bunch of party goers jump into the pool for an impromptu water polo match. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 08:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: POOL PARTY!<br><strong>Content</strong>: Showing up and looking around.<br><br><hr><br>Timothy had been up in his room, but could hardly said to have been studying. He had been spending the last half an hour turning a bag of weed into a bag of identical, neatly rolled joints for distribution at the pool party for the younger set across the street. Still, he called out, “See you later. Have a good time!” to his host mother as she took off for HOA business. Timothy thought it was a waste of time and hoped that when he bought a house he wouldn’t have to deal with such nonsense.<br><br>Leaving a few minutes after Kate and walking instead of driving he arrived at the Eames house well after she made it across the street. He had the bag of joints in his pocket and a twelve pack of beer tucked under his arm, making his way around the back to the pool. He quickly found a cooler to deposit the beer into and then looked around for his host.<br><br>He didn’t really know either of the Eames men personally, and he doubted that he could even recognize the father, but he’d seen Shane in passing and knew him when he saw him over by the grill, making his way over to greet his host.<br><br><em>”Hallo Shane!”</em> he called out, letting his German accent be thick for a moment in hopes that he’d sound foreign and charming to the girls hanging around him, but quickly switching to how he normally spoke&nbsp; to American’s, his voice light and crisp with only a hint of an accent and is very heavy diction to call him out as a foreigner. He fished a couple of joints out of his pocket and offered them up. “Thank you for hosting! I have brought along some…ah…refreshments to share if you are interested in such things.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 09:02:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Shane Eames<br>Time: Evening Pool Party<br>Content: Party<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div></div><br>"Hey Tim what's up?!"<br><br>He says over the noise of the radio and the joyous giggles, shouts, and screams of the water polo participants. There is more people here than you expect and that might be attributed to someone 'leaking' the party information online. More beer is always welcome, and of course those joints once found will be reduced to ash and a cloud of thick smoke in short order. By this time the street is becoming crowded with parked automobiles and Tim is passed by four young Asian women who were speaking to one another in another language. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://eatsleepkpop.weebly.com/uploads/7/2/6/0/7260199/ls1_orig.jpg)</div></div><br>Matter of fact there seems to be more than a few people here you don't know and the pool area is becoming more and more crowded. The stuffed shirt HOA President will have a cow when he looks outside and sees what's going on, but for now the party is secure. The meeting is likely to take a few hours and while they are inside talking about the minimum and maximum heights for grass, the kids are gonna be alright. <br><br>Well we hope...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 09:22:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9kQzma.jpg)]</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callista Reed<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nodding to Alex, Greeting Kate and Violet<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Casual, belted crepe charmeuse tunic over a short skirt, heels<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arrival at the HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>Getting everything set up in the new house, keeping the remodel on schedule, plus dealing with the board of directors for the PharmEC/Privec Invitational arrangements had occupied most of Callista's day, though she'd still gotten in her early morning run and the new yoga class.&nbsp; Even though the move had been 'officially' complete, and the last of the boxes unpacked, there was still a lot to do.&nbsp; If she were honest with herself, Callista might have admitted that part of the reason that she was plagued with last minute details, schedule changes, and the like was because she operated best when there was chaos all around her.&nbsp; &nbsp;It gave a sense of accomplishment, of satisfaction, when she quietly, firmly, and seemingly efficiently whipped it all into shape to offer up the neatly packaged, elegant result.<br><br>Her outfit was much the same, thrown on at the last minute after a quick shower.&nbsp; She had heard Jason moving around downstairs -- that was another thing that was going to take some getting used to, but, really, what had turned out to be a favor for a friend was turning out to be a diamond in the rough that needed just a little polishing, a little staging, to make it dazzling.&nbsp; Callista never doubted for a moment that she'd accomplish what she set out to do, though for now her plans in that regard were just the roughest of outlines.&nbsp; While it was true that she hadn't sorted through her immaculately organized closet to find just the right look, she instinctively knew the image she wanted to present, and made it happen.&nbsp; Casual, not overly dressly or showy, in keeping with her choice to buy in a part of Towering Pines that was, perhaps, not the most expensive or glamorous.&nbsp; When one did a lot of charity work, it didn't do to have too much on show, else the people who were writing the fat checks, making the lovely electronic transfers, might start thinking that their funds weren't needed.&nbsp; It was a balancing act that Callista had nearly perfected over the years, upon a foundation of excellent mentors, an expensive education, and instinct.<br><br>It was also important to not be early.&nbsp; Early gave the appearance of not being in demand, of being over-eager or desperate; being late often created the impression of someone who wasn't together enough to be taken seriously, and that was one thing Callista could not ... would not ... abide.<br><br>She arrived a few minutes earlier than the appointed time, but not more than a few.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though she had met some of her new neighbors, Alex from the yoga studio, and Kate, her neighbor who shared her passion for fighting of the encroachment of time, as well as the rewards of a midnight swim and the occasional ice cream indulgence, there were many she didn't know.&nbsp; She suspected that many people in the neighborhood didn't bother with HOA meetings, though many of them probably had lawyers who would be quick to point out any overstepping, but she liked keeping her hand in.&nbsp; Her property, her house, and you could be damned sure that she would not give over say of what she did with it without a fight ... unless it suited her.<br><br>With only a pause to brush her hair back, made fashionably untidy by the breeze, tucking a few strands behind her ear in a manner that highlighted the care she put in to fighting off the march of years, Callista made her entrance, introducing herself, smiling at those who caught her eye, looking for familiar faces even as she met gazes and held them, pausing for a word, making herself known without pushing too far forward until she had the lay of the land.<br><br>She saw Kate first, sitting with a woman she hadn't met yet, and Alex, standing against the wall with folded arms, looking none too excited about being there.&nbsp; There were refreshments, including wine and other drinks, and while it was tempting ... Callista snagged a bottle of chilled Fiuggi mineral water, wiggled her fingers at Kate with a smile, and started to make her way over to Alex, though it looked like the delay in getting the water had led her elsewhere.<br><br>Instead, she headed over to Kate and the other woman.&nbsp; <em>"Mind if I join you?&nbsp; Most people look like they'd rather be almost anywhere else,"</em> she said by way of greeting, softening the observation with a smile.&nbsp; <em>"Is it really going to be that bad?"</em><br><br>Boring, almost certainly, given the subject matter, but that went with the territory, didn't it?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 16:40:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.mens-hairstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/12.Zac-Efron-Hair.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Sports coat, dress shirt, slacks and shoes <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Ms. Vale,&nbsp; Ms. Leighton and Morgan in passing <hr> <br><br>Corbin was not paying attention when she quickly disposed of the wine. His focus had turned to the filling crowd and Alex’s body language. Something was off, that much he could tell and that was because he had spent plenty of time getting to know that body and its various physical states. Was it the meeting? Corbin wondered until he spotted a face he had seen in the few pictures that had survived the purge from her household. He had never made it his business to talk about the relationships, current or otherwise, of the people he was “involved” with and that wasn’t going to change today. <br><br>“Off course not, I don’t complain.” He leaned in close to whisper the words. “There is always later, I didn’t make plans, do you really think I want to be at a HOA meeting?” Corbin shared,all things he could say normally and without his hand on her knee but then how would she show off her boy toy to her ex? <br><br>He leaned back and nodded. “I think you did. So are these meetings mandatory? What is the big draw here?” Corbin asked frankly, and because he was already losing interest, as he didn’t understand the purpose of an organization telling a person what they could do with their home. Back home he didn’t have neighbors and no one was foolish enough to tell his parents how to keep their home. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 19:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Alex Vale<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Shane &amp; others at Pool Party<br>Content: Greetings and Eatings!<br><br>Aric grins as he accepts the beer, "Aahh, the good old standard of Pißwasser." He cracks the top in salute and grins, "Thinking that evidently i wasnt the only one who thought you might not mind if i crashed.. I hope im not the only one who brought a peace offering for intrusion. At least that is being shared out. Yourself?" he opens a box and grabs a slice taking a bite. He grins as Timothy approaches, "See? This guy understands." He nods to Timothy, not really sure who he is, but the guy brought party favors, so that got him points in the "ok guy" section.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 19:44:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/98cfeeb8-367d-4e0d-8030-4d58169986e1_zpsoumvl20z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving and taking a seat <hr>It was always a toss up as to whether or not Savannah would bother to show her face at an HOA meeting. There were times when the nitpicking and squabbling over details concerned her, and times when she couldn't be bothered to care. It just so happened that in the past week or so she'd gotten a few ideas into her head. Plans, you might say. And she needed to know just how the HOA planned to screw them up before she even got started because Savannah was in the mood to redecorate.<br><br>Now this was not some casual undertaking. Those who were aware of the neighborhood's most infamous lead foot--seriously, when she drove the woman only knew one speed: fast--might also know that Savannah did not have a fondness for minimalism or, well, restraint. Everything she did was big, loud, full throttle, and in your face. It was just her personality. Subtlety had its place of course, and she could work it in small measures, but if she was going to bother with changing the appearance of her home, it was going to be a fuss. A proper distraction rather than some half-assed thought of getting new cushions for her deck furniture.<br><br>So she was here, letting the brightness of the colors she wore and the dazzling white of her teeth announce her presence rather than using her, admittedly sometimes loud and rather distinctive, voice. She greeted any who looked her way warmly in a way that was backed by sincerity. Because even if Savannah couldn't stand someone she'd prefer to kill with kindness than risk drawing in someone else's negativity. A glass of wine, a seat, and a smile were all she needed to keep her peace, even while she wished she could be anywhere else at the moment. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:06:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/ab26af97f1bf9fe9466542b19d5acb30/tumblr_oaxkk7R8t21udqxafo1_1280.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kate, Callista, Corbin | Alex and Greg (Mentioned)<br><strong>Content</strong>: Arrival a HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>A smile brightened her expression and sparkled in her eyes when Kate joined her, and she leaned to brush a kiss in the air near her friend's cheek before settling back once more with a soft laugh.&nbsp; "Not tonight, darling.&nbsp; Just $20 wine and the hope of <em>some</em> sort of drama.&nbsp; That's the only reason I come to these things...the faint chance that someone will get slapped or have a drink thrown in their face.&nbsp; Ooo...or that two of the ladies will go at it like stray cats fighting over a mouse carcass.&nbsp; It might never happen, but if it does, I'm determined not to miss out."<br><br>She grinned playfully, and cocked a brow as Corbin wandered by, her gaze following him after she'd given him the requisite finger-wiggle in greeting.&nbsp; Sipping her wine, she reluctantly turned to the now two other women seated with her, lips curled into a devilish smile.&nbsp; "He looks almost as good in a suit as he does in swim trunks.&nbsp; Do you think, if I asked nicely, he'd let me see if a quarter really <em>will</em> bounce off his backside?&nbsp; 'Cause, I'm dying to know."<br><br>She leaned to air-kiss Calista, flicking a glance between Greg and Alex, purring under her breath to the other two.&nbsp; "Ooo...looks like I might get my wish.&nbsp; I'm not sure I've seen those two in the same room since Elizabeth Harrison's Fourth of July, and I <em>still</em> contend that the fight they had was part of what prompted Elizabeth to move to Canada.&nbsp; So, ladies, how are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpguy37</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:30:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m00a0t0JTI1qjkv6oo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Josh Bagley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13072274#msg13072274)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: all present at pool party<br><strong>Content</strong>: Arriving<br><br><hr><br>Josh nervously tried to look busy while Callista got ready upstairs.&nbsp; It was odd enough moving in with his "aunt".&nbsp; She has been friends with his mother forever, and just like a part of the family.&nbsp; He was anxious enough about the transition, but his friend and neighbor Tim convinced him to sneak out to a neighborhood party while the grown ups were at some kind of community meeting.&nbsp; Josh felt like a babe in the woods, with his parents almost every minute was supervised or chaperoned.&nbsp; A pool party with drinking and whatnot was way out of his normal.&nbsp; And he had no idea how Aunt Cal would react if he got busted.<br><br>After what seemed like forever he heard her leave, calling out a goodbye from his room.&nbsp; Quickly he got changed into navy swim trunks and a tank top with the swim team logo on it.&nbsp; He checked himself out in the mirror, smiling at how the shirt showed off his lean muscles.&nbsp; Tim had promised him there would be plenty of girls there, which made Josh even more nervous, but excited as well.&nbsp; He set up the pillows in his bed so it looked like he was sleeping under the covers and went to raid the liquor cabinet.&nbsp; He picked out a bottle of Schnopps from way in the back, hoping it would not be missed.<br><br>As he went out he decided to walk to the party, it was just around the corner and if his Audi was missing from the driveway if would tip off Aunt Cal immediately.&nbsp; And the last thing he wanted was to drive drunk.&nbsp; He was used to following the rules, already feeling guilty before he even left the house.&nbsp; He was surprised at the mass of cars parked up and down the block, and could hear the music blaring before he even got close.&nbsp; <em>How are the parents not going to know about this? The meeting is right across the street!</em>. Josh wrestled with his nerves and his conscious, thinking this was a bad idea all the way.&nbsp; But he didn't want his new neighbors to think he was a dweeb, right?<br><br>Trying to bury his nerves with a big smile, he went over to the house, walking right through the open back gate.&nbsp; He smiled and waved at the mass of strangers, before picking Tim out of the crowd. "Hey, bro! How's it going?&nbsp; When you said a party, I wasn't quite expecting this!"&nbsp; He nods at the others present.&nbsp; "I'm Josh, just moved in with my Aunt next door to Tim."&nbsp; He shook hands and gave high fives.&nbsp; Looking around at the chaos.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:53:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, observing Alex and Corbin, checking out Freja, Kate and Violet <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arrival at the HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br>Greg was somewhat of a people watcher.&nbsp; After all, it never hurt to keep tabs on your neighbors, but more importantly, it gave him a chance to sort through the available targets.&nbsp; Of course he liked a challenge when it came to a woman, but being forearmed helped.&nbsp; Observing a little spat, or the way a husband gave his wife a cold shoulder was sometimes all he needed to know there was a chink in the armor he could exploit.<br><br>And it wasn't just the women his age who were a pleasant majority in the room.&nbsp; No, his ears were picking up the strains of modern music from the general vicinity of his home.&nbsp; He had to chuckle a little.&nbsp; <em>Shane's sowing some wild oats</em>.&nbsp; He'd never put it past his son to pull something like that, and he wasn't really upset.&nbsp; Commendable, even.&nbsp; Showed some balls, what with dad and the rest of the active local parents right in the neighborhood.&nbsp; Chip off the old block.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked over at a conservatively-dressed older woman and gave her a cheeky smile, getting a look of haughtiness and contempt back.&nbsp; She had no idea what his smile was for, but the reaction was worth the minimal effort.&nbsp; No, if Shane was whipping up his own evening's entertainment, that would mean his own opportunity for some of his own when he got back.&nbsp; After all, he was an equal opportunity kind of guy, and he'd seen more than a few attractive girls around the community who might end up across the street.&nbsp; He'd hate to have to compete with his own son for their attentions, but he was sure there were more than enough to choose from, and besides, some of 'em, he knew, preferred experience to youth.&nbsp; Now, if only this ridiculous meeting would start and he could get over there in time to sample something sweet and exciting...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 20:54:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/a8/6c/6a/a86c6a4ea2a504ae27794da454e88296.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Alexandra Vale</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Link (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fb/07/f6/fb07f6008e7e49db50cd206997406f98.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Corbin McCree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Snark<br><br><hr><br>One glance.&nbsp; One side look.&nbsp; One little glimpse of the man was all that Alex afforded her ex husband.&nbsp; She didn't dare let her eyes linger upon him, did not desire to give him any more attention than that.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was another little fight between the two of them out in the open, and for that she was thankful she abstained from the liquid courage.<br><br>But still though...&nbsp; From that one glance, she had to admit, the bastard still looked <em>good</em>.<br><br>She turned her attention back to her unexpected companion, allowing a widening of the smile upon her face as she felt his hand upon her knee as he talked close to her.&nbsp; “Well, I'm sure we could have our own little H.O.A. Meeting later.” She said, before leaning in a little bit closer to&nbsp; avoid the little gossips from hearing.&nbsp; &nbsp;“A head-or-ass meeting.” <br><br>Alex pulled back.&nbsp; “That's if you're not busy 'expanding your business' in other peoples' pools.”<br><br>Her eyes looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces and unfamiliar faces.&nbsp; “They're not mandatory, but if you'd rather not be caught off guard by new restrictions or rules about what color you can paint your shutters or what times you can water your lawn.” Alex remarked, her eyes wandering about the room, purposefully avoiding her ex.&nbsp; “It's all bullshit.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 21:54:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Husband, guests</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> HOA meeting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne was meticulous about her home, especially with the neighbors coming into her home. The house was beautiful, stylized with one of the best interior decorator in the state. Everything was almost spit shined and scented to smell fresh. Yes, the house was completely in order. Yvonne was the only thing slightly out of place, and that was just how she liked it. Because of her job, she had way too many latex outfits. After a year or so, her closet was basically filled with nothing but latex, leather, lace, and two outfits that were "normal". Her fake breasts pushed hard against the strap, a smile on her face as people came into the house.<br><br>James ran around the house making everything perfect, the two were almost exact opposites. Which worked at first....then they both kind of grew bored with each other. Their sex life took a major hit. To the point that they almost never did anything; it was the main reason Yvonne's eye wondered so much....and why she was currently fantasizing about going over to the party next store. The noise was pretty bad, she was sure James would have a fit. As people slowly entered her home and he started his speech.<br><br>The noise from the neighbors was getting louder and louder as the music blared and the local kids having way more fun than she currently was. Letting out an annoyed sigh, some might see it as she was annoyed at the noise instead of her annoyed at being at the HOA. Even though she loved doing gatherings and such, this was boring. Not drinking wine while pretending to talk about some trash novel they all didn't read. After a moment, she attempted to sneak over at the house. However, her husband seemed to notice the noise as well. Damn, now I'm stuck here, she couldn't help but think; a small pout on her lips.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 22:08:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/V1pmAj5ipiTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Kate Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074497#msg13074497)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Viola Leighton, Corgin McCree, Callista Reed, Savannah Ortiz<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; More greetings as the room quickly fills<br><br><hr><br>Kate laughed at Vi's apparent love of drama.&nbsp; “Girl, I can pass on all that!”&nbsp; &nbsp;Kate never enjoyed conflict, but she understood, too, when at times it might be warranted.&nbsp; The gossip mill was certainly alive and well at Towering Pines, but it wasn't always easy to stay on top of who was cheating on who.&nbsp; Kate had lived there long enough to know who the trouble-makers were and she made it a point to keep them at arm’s length, yet still be cordial.&nbsp; <br><br>The room was quickly beginning to fill up, and Kate watched as Corbin McCree, Towering Pines local gigolo, swaggered on in.&nbsp; He gave her an obligatory hello as he greeted Vi, and Kate acknowledged him in turn with a slight nod and amusing grin as he made his way on over to sit with Alex.&nbsp; <em>Good for her</em>, Kate thought to herself.&nbsp; She knew a little about her and Greg’s messy divorce, and Kate firmly believed in the old adage “<em>What’s good for the goose is good for the gander</em>”.&nbsp; &nbsp;Kate was attracted to younger men as well, but she never felt comfortable paying for sex.&nbsp; Instead, she wanted to be with someone with whom she had a mutual attraction, not for what she could do for their pocket book.&nbsp; There was nothing wrong with buying gifts for her lover, but to shell out hard cash for a fuck, (no matter how <em>good </em>it was), just wasn’t her forte.&nbsp; Those who had no qualms paying for an escort, she was totally cool with, more power to them.&nbsp; And even the young studs who sought out rich, older cougars to pay their way, she wasn’t making any judgments on them either.&nbsp; &nbsp;Basically it boiled down to a matter of personal preference and lifestyle. <br><br>Kate was happy to see Callista when she finally strolled in.&nbsp; She patted the empty chair on the other side of her when she asked to join them.&nbsp; “Sure, have a seat, neighbor.&nbsp; I was hoping you’d be here.&nbsp; Are we on for some laps around the pool later tonight?”&nbsp; Callista and Kate both worked hard to keep their bodies in shape, and they would often invite the other over for a late night swim in their backyard pool.&nbsp; There had to be some sort of exercise regime to balance out the obscene amount of ice cream they would put away after each swim.<br><br>Savannah Ortiz made her usual grand entrance into the meeting.&nbsp; Kate didn’t know her personally, but she admired the woman’s stunning beauty and her ability to catch every eye in the room, seemingly all at once.&nbsp; She offered her a friendly smile as she seated herself, then turned her attention back to the front of the room, glancing at her watch.<br><br>“Okay, let’s get this show on the road please!”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 22:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Vaan_-_Green_Lantern.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Eckhart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070149#msg13070149)<br><strong>Time/Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate Morgan + Whoever else wants to tag Tom back! xD<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thomas arrives at the meeting, all of a rush.<br><br><hr><br>Tommy opened his way into the meeting and was surprised at the large grouping already forming before him, "Crap, I'm not late am I?" he asked as he made his way in. He was wearing a pink shirt with charcoal grey slim-fit suit trousers, a pair of matching coloured pointed leather shoes and a black sports biker jacket as he peered around. His hair was combed back, showing off the 'Reed Richards' silvers in his temples that marked him as being older than his youthful face may have gave. Looking around, he saw a bunch of faces he recognised from running the night life of the town, or at least a good 50% of it. It was strange to think many of the people here likely knew who he was, though all he knew for the most part were their faces when they were five kites to the wind on a night out.<br><br>One face he did recognise and who he actually knew was Kate Morgan, who he quickly moved through and placed himself as close as possible by. "Miss much?" he asked her with a wry if somewhat bashful grin. One thing he could rely on with Kate was a lack of the usual fronting BS that many others may want to present in such a large crowd and besides that, she was a friendly lady, at least to himself. Whilst they had the time, he went around and offered a hand to shake to any other who would want to chat or share contacts before the event got going in earnest, "Thomas Eckhart... If you've had a night out, you've likely been to at least one or two of my places. Maybe you've seen my face in passing when out, maybe know my name even. I'm glad to maybe getting to know some of you tonight and maybe expanding our contacts." he offered to everyone else.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>26-03-2017, 23:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9kQzma.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callista Reed<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate, Violet, Thomas, anyone else <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Casual, belted crepe charmeuse tunic over a short skirt, heels<br><strong>Content:</strong> Seeing &amp; Being Seen<br><br><hr><br>There were undercurrents in the room that Callista was aware of, even if she didn't yet know the histories.&nbsp; It was easy to see, in looks, in body languages, even if she was too far away and too much removed from the action to hear the words.&nbsp; She returned Violet's air kiss with practiced ease, and gave Kate's wrist a more sincere squeeze, warmed by their shared interests and budding friendship.&nbsp; Her lips twisted into a faintly predatory smile, a casual one that faded quickly, as she turned to look at the young man passing, enjoying the ripple of muscles and the cut of his clothes that enhanced the effect. <em> "I think it might take more than a quarter, but I'm sure something could be worked out.&nbsp; It would almost certainly be worth seeing, that's for sure."</em><br><br>Her tone wasn't catty, more considering, as if she were picturing what, exactly, she might want to bounce off his ass.&nbsp; Did Jason know him?&nbsp; It was an idle wonder, and if he didn't, she probably could find some reason he should, or would, but there was plenty of time for that sort of thing.&nbsp; <br><br>To Kate, though without excluding Violet, she smiled and nodded.&nbsp; <em>"Absolutely ... Unless we get invited to the party next door.&nbsp; I could hear the music cranking up on my way in ... if not, we could always arrange our own.&nbsp; I may need more than a few laps and ice cream after this."&nbsp; &nbsp; </em><br><br>There was still a lot to learn, to start finding her niche here, but it was only a matter of time.&nbsp; Callista cast a quick curious look toward Alex and the man Vi's nod had indicated, Greg Eames, someone she hadn't met but who got marked in her register as someone to introduce herself to just in case -- even if she was not yet ready to do more than dip her toes into the community's sea of drama.&nbsp; She raised an eyebrow. <em> "I hope someone fills me in on the story -- it sounds like something that'd go over well with a few drinks."<br></em><br>When the dark-haired man sat down close to Kate and spoke to her, Callista waited until a lull in the conversation, and then took the opportunity to offer her hand, and her name.<em>&nbsp; "Callista.&nbsp; Callista Reed - I'm Kate's new neighbor.&nbsp; We just moved in last month."</em><br><br>Saying 'we' again sounded funny, and Callista didn't elaborate.&nbsp; It was often telling to wait and see what people asked, and what they assumed, or if they didn't.&nbsp; <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 00:03:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Vaan_-_Green_Lantern.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Eckhart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070149#msg13070149)<br><strong>Time/Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate Morgan, Callista Reed + Whoever else wants to tag Tom back! xD<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thomas gets settled in and gets to know a new face.<br><br><hr><br>Thomas listened in to the mention of a party next door as he slowly settled into his seat and let the ladies take the lead here. He felt as far as the party went it would be a good thing to perhaps have a look at, maybe ask if Kate was going to it when he had the chance. Callista offered her hand, being the lady he was sat next to between himself and Kate and he took it and lifted it slightly as he bowed his head, to motion a kiss to her hand without doing so before letting her take it back. "Apologies for speaking over you just now Callista, it's lovely to meet you. I'm a... <em>friend</em> of Kate's." His eyes moved slightly to look at Kate with a tiny little grin before he went back to eye contact with Callista, a small glance to the pretty blonde that spoke enough of his and Kate's actual relationship without him saying a word on it.<br><br>Thomas assumed either Callista was married or perhaps was living with a son or daughter from her mention of 'we', he didn't press for more information on that, instead smiling and nodding. "As for myself at present I have business keeping me somewhat distracted, married once though not presently. I'm here admittedly more to find out what changes the town is putting through and if I need to adapt my spots around town to factor these in. I of course have the money to keep my own accomodation in prime condition, though I will admit that perhaps things may improve with a woman's touch, though I suppose I'm open to see where the future takes things..." Thomas never being one to seal off any interactions with anyone let any connotations of his words be taken however they may.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 00:08:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Terry Hunter<br><strong>Content</strong>: Arriving and unloading<br><br><hr><br>"Yes, I do.&nbsp; I've got my Daddy wrapped around my little finger and I'm not above using my sexuality to get what I want.&nbsp; Well, not with <em>him</em>, of course.&nbsp; I love him, but he's a stock broker and judging by the porn he keeps in his room and on his laptop, he's about as interesting to fuck as unflavored grits are to eat."&nbsp; She rolled her eyes and headed down the street, leading the way and lighting a fresh cigarette.<br><br>"But, yes, I get my way, no matter what I have to do for it.&nbsp; Well, even <em>I</em> have limits.&nbsp; I think the ability to say 'fuck you' when some asshole offers you a wad of cash to powder his ass and nurse him is a sign of a healthy self-esteem.&nbsp; Not that I take money for sex...I'm still classy enough to make my lovers buy me presents and shit."&nbsp; She smirked as she glanced back at him, taking another swig from the bottle of, now warm, vodka.<br><br>"Ooo...Mayor McCock-Gobbler's a good one!&nbsp; Ugh, he probably has something like that in his house.&nbsp; So, since you're new, I'll clue you in.&nbsp; The head of the homeowner's association is this pathetic WASP named James St. Clair, the aforementioned Mayor Dick-Cheese.&nbsp; I call him that, because he tried to <em>run</em> for mayor a while back and failed...hard, and it amuses me to goad him about it, even when he can't hear me.&nbsp; He's married to this blow-up doll named Yvonne, who does pin-up shots in those magazines at the drug store with the opaque plastic covering.&nbsp; They live....there."&nbsp; She pointed to the St. Clair house as she made a beeline for the noisy place across the street.<br><br>"Oh...I <em>so</em> hope there's beer pong and chicken in the pool!&nbsp; Heehee!&nbsp; I might even get drunk and let some moron with a three-inch cock feel me up and tell me how pretty I am."&nbsp; She snorted and headed for the backyard, turning to walk backwards and grin at Terry.<br><br>"I'm Tae.&nbsp; If you get your dick sucked by some sloppy whore wearing a cross around her neck, then you <em>totally</em> owe me for dragging you along tonight."&nbsp; And she swiveled to walk into the backyard and over to a table, where she began removing random bottles of expensive alcohol from her backpack and adding them to the mixture of Schnapps, PBR and Khalua.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 00:27:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair, too many others to list</li></ul><br>James tapped his wine glass, trying to catch attention over the raucous music in the neighboring house. <em>That's the Eames house,</em> he thought. <em>I'll have to have a word with Gregory. It's still too early for the noise curfew, but they're getting close to breaking the normal sound decibel laws now.</em> <br><br>Tapping the wine glass again, he cleared his throat. "Thank you all for coming," he said earnestly. "I know you didn't all vote for me, but your presence is appreciated, and the Homeowner's Association couldn't function without the input from the residents." <br><br>He glanced briefly at the glass door towards the Eames house. <em>They just hit a new level of loud</em>, he thought, starting to get annoyed. "Your continued involvement will help keep this community lively, and keep our real estate values up." He had to prod them on <em>why</em> the HOA was important. A single house in such a bad state that it needed to be condemned could drop the value of other houses near it by hundreds of thousands. He knew that the current value of a house that you planned to live in for another decade was mostly meaningless, but it was something that pretty much everyone cared about. <br><br>"I'll keep this brief," he continued, "since most of this is things that were already discussed at length and voted on. The Christmas decorations now have a limit on light, sound, and cost, to prevent another Santa War. I know that Christmas is still months away, but I also know that some of you are already planning for it. And, somewhat related, thanks to the clever vandalism from last year, where Rudolph was put in a compromising position right in front of Santa, there will now be a $500 fine for people caught messing with decorations that aren't their own." <br><br>He took a breath, and soldiered on. "The fine for parking on your street on street sweeping days is going up to $250." He thumped the podium for effect. "Yes, this is more than triple the previous fine, but some people were flat-out ignoring it, and that makes the street sweepers' job hard." <br><br>"And last, but not least..." the noise was now too much. James' temper was frayed, and he couldn't take it any more. "Eames, will you go take care of that, before we have to call in Security, and fine you for noise violations?" <br><br>He scowled, and looked around the room. His eyes caught on his wife Yvonne and her outfit. <em>I don't think I've seen that before. What is that? Not silk or leather...</em> His interest was piqued, but his mood certainly wasn't. He turned back to Gregory Eames. "Or would you like some help with that?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 01:35:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www4.pictures.zimbio.com/mp/V1pmAj5ipiTx.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Kate Morgan</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074497#msg13074497)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Callista Reed, Thomas Eckhart<br><strong>Content:</strong> Introductions, meeting gets underway<br><br><hr><br>It seemed the meeting would to be starting late, and Kate was growing more impatient as time slipped by.&nbsp; The cheap wine she drank wasn’t helping matters either, but at least she was enjoying the company of Vi and Callista.&nbsp; &nbsp;When Tom sauntered over and sat next to Callista, she gave him a thumb’s up, grinning teasingly.<br><br>“Well, now that all the important folk are here, maybe we can start the meeting?”&nbsp; She laughed and added, “Our new leader isn’t making a good first impression, I can guarantee you that!”. <br><br>When there was mention of a party next door, Kate’s first thoughts went to Timothy.&nbsp; He was supposedly at home studying for some big exam, but knowing him like she did, he was probably present and accounted for wherever the alcohol was plentiful.<br><br>As Tom, Vi and Callista made their own introductions, Kate apologized for her lack of manners.<br><br>“Well shit!&nbsp; I’m so sorry.”&nbsp; She went ahead and re-introduced them, just to make herself feel better.&nbsp; “Tom?&nbsp; This is Vi and Callista.&nbsp; Vi? Callista?&nbsp; Tom”.&nbsp; The discretion Tom exhibited hadn't gone unnoticed by Kate, and she was thankful she could trust him in that regard.&nbsp; The little knowing grin that he gave her sent a tingle of lust over her body, and she hoped the two might meet up later to scratch that itch.&nbsp; <br><br><br>________________________________________<br><br><br>The Prez finally showed up and called the meeting to order.&nbsp; The room eventually quieted down, but the noise next door seemed to be ramping up.&nbsp; The business at hand wasn’t anything that a quick memo could have taken care of, but the new fines that were introduced was enough to garner groans and murmurs from several of the home owners.&nbsp; And Kate could have sworn she heard a few giggle snorts when James brought up the whole Santa/reindeer fiasco. <br>&nbsp;<br>The meeting suddenly took a different turn when the noise across the street grew much louder.&nbsp; &nbsp;James threatened Gregory Eames with a fine if he didn’t do something about the noise level, and that made Kate start to panic, thinking maybe she should go over and check things out for herself.&nbsp; She certainly didn’t need any fines or trouble from with the board, and if Timothy was there at the party, he might be putting her at risk. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 01:44:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tommy, and anyone annoyed, aggravated, amused or aroused by Mr. Eames<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the HOA meeting<br><br><hr><br><em>Ah, James.&nbsp; He was certainly eager to express the veneer of leadership, wasn't he?</em>&nbsp; "No, I've got it," Greg replied smoothly with a genial grin.&nbsp; "I think you have your hands full right here, Mr. <em>President</em>."<br><br>He stood up, reaching over and patting Tommy on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Let me know how things go later, okay?"&nbsp; He looked at Kate, Callista, and Violet, giving them a wink.&nbsp; "Enjoy yourselves, ladies."<br><br>Working his way past the people to the end of the row, he couldn't help but walk past Alexandra, giving her shoulder a small pat--and a tiny squeeze at the end, too.&nbsp; "Good to see you, Alex," he offered as he passed, then turned to the door.&nbsp; As he was approaching it, however, who but Gavin Brightman stood before it--and with a bottle of Dewar's scotch in his hand.&nbsp; "Sorry, off to check on things at my place," Greg noted.&nbsp; "Keep my seat warm--just behind Tommy."<br><br>Gavin just patted him on the back and handed him the bottle.&nbsp; "Cheers, mate."<br>&nbsp; <br>Exiting the St. Clair home and looking across the way, Greg nodded his head.&nbsp; Yep.&nbsp; Shane was getting things in full swing, it seemed.&nbsp; He wondered if things were out of control, or if his son was keeping things on a fairly even keel.&nbsp; Well, he'd find out soon enough.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 01:50:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Husband, Greg</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> HOA meeting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Being a "dutiful" wife, Yvonne's pout turned into a small wicked smile. "I will go help Greg love....no worries...go ahead with your meeting," she offered quickly before following Greg.<br><br>Yes! Freedom! Though....it might look bad...Yvonne couldn't help to think to herself....until she saw very cute young men getting quiet wasted. Ohhhh! This is just to dilicious to pass up on; especially for an HOA meeting! Yvonne giggled wickedly to herself before walking over. Once there, her eyes feasted on the young males. Licking her lips, she headed to the beer table. Sure, many of the people here were WAY to young to drink...but that really wasn't her problem...technically.<br><br>Spotting Greg, she walked over and put a finger to her lips. "Just tell them to quiet it down a little and let me finish my beer. That way we both get away for a little while," she winked and took a swig of the beer in her hand...cheap beer, but beer none the less.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 02:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1b/19/db/1b19db28a90069c0e6d1f8490f3ff231.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Lucille "Luci" Boivin</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone, no one as she is late and just grabbed a chair</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> HOA meeting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Skeleton hands and a mini skirt (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/289671/search/black_skeleton_hand_print_tulle_panel_layer_dress_ca0777_choi_dresses_4.jpg?1444598230)</li></ul><hr><br>Luci was late....very late. She had just arrived a little bit after some guys speech...probably the president. Not that Luci gave many shits about it, but, she figured she should probably show up for this thing. Especially since she was new. She only completely bought the place two months back and just finished moving all her crap in.....well...more like finally got the net up and running and made sure to make some videos. <br><br>There was clearly a party next store. Luci would much rather be there than this old people's meeting. From the quick glance around the room, it was obvious she was the youngest in the room. Not that it was all surprising. Not many people could afford a mini mansion at her age. Then again...she had too much money from when her father passed away and she made millions from being on youtube. It helped that Luci didn't want much. She wasn't a "visit the whole world" kind of person and she lead a somewhat sedentary life. <br><br>Watching a busty redhead follow an older guy out, she refocused on the meeting at hand. Though, she would probably sneak out soon enough, she doubt she would ever have to worry about the HOA. She had law and pool serves from some local guys and she had no interest in painting her house pink. Plus, the only vehicle she had was a little <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">moped</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.wmmlegal.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/scooterpage6.jpg)</div></div>. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 02:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Teagan, Yvonne, Greg, anyone present at the party<br><strong>Content:</strong> Man, fuck this 'burb<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div><em>Jesus Christ this bitch talks a lot,</em> Terry thought to himself. He chuckled, which fortunately seemed perfectly timed with one of her clever phrases, allowing the laugh to be received as compliment to her wit. If she could maybe cut what she had down to say about <em>half</em>, he was sure he'd be doing a better job listening, but as it was he just did. not. give. a. fuck.<br><br>He stayed behind far enough to examine those bows on the back of her thighs, at least, as well as the swish of her too-short-skirt inviting the gaze to the backside. A gaze she no doubt was hoping to invite. Once, when he was young(er) and (more) stupid, he would have viewed her obvious interest in him as an opportunity to get laid. Which, hey, there would be, no doubt, but it wasn't going to be tonight. Which was just as fine. He needed to figure out if she was the sort to be fine with a fuck-and-forget, or if her proverbial vagina dentata grabbed on and refused to let go.<br><br>In the meantime, Terry's gaze wandered the various backyards they were cutting through, even hopping a fence once. Fortunately not one of the ones with a dog to worry about, though he imagined the majority of such pets were pups for the purse. He noted a backyard filled with stuffy looking shirts and dresses, self-important adults (wait... wasn't <em>he</em> technically an adult?) huddled in one of the fancier backyard patios, a whole spread laid out. <em>Must be that meeting Uncle Gav was talking about,</em> he thought to himself. Turning to the direction the goth girl continued walking, he noticed the party was...<br><br>...right across the damn street? Seriously?<br><br>Whatever. He was tall and could run pretty well, and that was only if he <em>needed</em> to. Truth was, wasn't his party, he wasn't serving any alcohol, and he was legally of age to partake. So he followed her across the road and around the house towards the back.<br><br>"I'm Tae.&nbsp; If you get your dick sucked by some sloppy whore wearing a cross around her neck, then you <em>totally</em> owe me for-"<br><br>Terry gave her head a bit of a pat as he walked past, losing her in the mass of bodies. Already he felt uncomfortably old. Some of these kids had such baby faces. High school wasn't <em>that</em> long ago, was it? Jesus Christ.<br><br><em>Jesus Christ!</em> Was Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Fireball really the whiskey kids drank? Was he <em>ever</em> so... so... <em>ignorant?</em><br><br>"Aw Hell naw," he shook his head, turning around just as Tae managed to step up to the table to dispense her own contributions. He didn't bother greeting anyone, though he certainly got looks. Looks of curiosity, smiles, even lustful gazes so early, as well as suspicious or intimidated glances. Yes, his skin color meant he stood out (despite how dark it was, even!). However, he let it roll off of him as he stepped through the back door of the house and wandered in, hunting for the kitchen or wherever the liquor cabinet would be. Ah! There. Some <em>real</em> glasses instead of nasty red solo cups. You just did <em>not</em> drink whiskey from a fucking solo cup. He snagged himself a clean tumbler and -- ah! Buffalo Trace!<br><br>"There's the good shit," he said with a grin, pouring himself a finger... two fingers... okay, just three fingers... fuck it, four fingers. He placed the bottle back, stepped into the kitchen where he could wet his finger under the faucet, flicking a couple of droplets into the whiskey to release its flavor. He sniffed and swirled, stepping back to the party to show these white kids some class when--<br><br>What the <em>fuck?!</em> Was that a grown-ass woman in the back yard? Drinking a damn beer like she was some College floozy? And she brought Old Man Willard with her?<br><br>"The fuck is wrong with his place?" he grumbled, stepping through the back door and towards the outer edge of the party, looking to not only keep out of sight but also have an escape plan handy.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Gavin Brightman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13077767#msg13077767)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Greg, Anyone<br><strong>Content:</strong> Whatever, fuck this shit, just get it over with<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490501433476&amp;1490501435219&amp;1490501437403)</div>Gavin had finally been getting the red tie on when he saw young... young... Tara? No, that wasn't it... She was a troublesome one, either way, and she had lured Terry away from the garage.<br><br>"Shit," he sighed to himself, tightening the windsor knot around his neck. He had finally managed to pack together enough nice clothes, nicer than what he was bothering with for this farce, for his time in the city. He already had a hotel booked that he knew came with an iron and ironing board, so he'd take care of the creases once he got into the city. <em>That</em> meeting was important. He was meeting with producer and director about getting him on board some new project. Something that "is really gonna be summer blockbuster material". All he knew was that Sony Pictures was involved, which meant his step back into the world of real cinema.<br><br>But Jesus Christ, Terry, don't bring that girl back <em>here</em>. The last thing he needed was for some bitch's pocket knife to carve some tiny dick insult into his couch.<br><br>Whatever. At least Terry was getting out of the house. He trusted the young man to have better judgment than most. He wouldn't get into too much trouble. Gavin, though? Who knew what violations he'd already made, and who knew what bullshit James was going to go on about now. In a dark blue suit with his red tie, he grabbed the luggage and hurried himself down the stairs. He made sure the house was locked up, but didn't bother with the alarm since he knew there was nothing to really worry about. Besides, he wasn't sure he gave Terry the code yet. He almost stepped through to the garage when he realized that James would be expecting some sort of house gift. With a curse he wandered over to a liquor cabinet, grabbing one of the Dewars bottles.<br><br>It was silly, packing himself into his car just to drive around the corner, but he wanted to be as close to his getaway vehicle as he could once the meeting was over. Into the city, clean up some, get ready for some meetings in the morning, and be back by tomorrow night or the next night after with a brand new writing project. His daydream was interrupted by a pair of young kids failing to look both ways crossing the road, forcing him to hit the brakes. He nearly screamed at them, but they didn't even acknowledge the existence of a car almost hitting them.<br><br>"Fucking kids," he sighed, exasperated. Unfortunately cars lined the road. Gavin had to make do parallel parking in front of a fire hydrant two houses down from James' home. With a slight jog to his step he approached, no doubt the final adult arriving. He saw a silver-haired woman walking up the sidewalk, but he paid the girl no mind as he assumed she was there for the party across the street... which, no doubt, is where Terry was right now.<br><br>"Fucking kids," he sighed again, crossing the threshold into James' home.<br><br>"--parking on your street on street sweeping days is going up to $250. Yes, this is more than triple the previous fine, but some people were flat-out ignoring it, and that makes the street sweepers' job hard."<br><br>Thankfully the slight rumblings of disapproval made Gavin's late arrival a <em>bit</em> less awkward... well, except for the loud bass and high-pitched hollering from the teenagers across the street piercing James' speech as the door shut.<br><br>"Eames, will you go take care of that, before we have to call in Security, and fine you for noise violations?"<br><br>Ah, Greg's son. Terry's own noise violation saved by the sacrifice of Greg's boy. While Gavin and Greg weren't what you'd call good friends, they were at least chums that enjoyed a good drink together from time to time. Though the man was unaware of it, Greg was no doubt falling on <em>one of</em> the grenades that would have bounced into Gavin's trench otherwise. For that... well, Greg was certainly more deserving of a drink than James was. As Greg stepped through the chairs and made his way out -- followed by a surprisingly stunning redhead (Greg's new squeeze?) -- Gavin approached, handing him the bottle of scotch. He then gave the man a clap on the shoulder and a silent "Cheers, mate". If the man had any sense he'd keep the bottle for himself and the redhead.<br><br>"Keep my seat warm--just behind Tommy."<br><br>Gavin shrugged and did as requested, stepping past the various citizens of Towering Pines. Some he recognized, some he didn't. Very few names recalled. He took a seat, crossing one foot over the other and folding his hands over his stomach. His jacket was unbuttoned, showing that his shirt beneath didn't fit as well as it used to, the tie slightly crooked, still unshaven. He looked up at James expectantly, awaiting for him to continue with his meeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 02:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thomas | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Introduction and Amusement<br><br><hr><br>"Good evening, darling.&nbsp; I'm Violet, feel free to call me Vi."&nbsp; She offered her free hand across to Tom with a smile, and then retrieved it once they had shaken hands.&nbsp; Refilling her glass from the pilfered bottle of wine, she took a long sip and perked a touch as the sounds from across the street filtered through.&nbsp; A grin curled her lips and she settled back in her chair, watching James intently as he started the meeting and struggled with his own annoyance over the noise.&nbsp; Laughter danced in her blue eyes as his cool steadily slipped, and she beamed openly when he finally snapped, her soft giggle only audible to those around her.<br><br>"Oh, James, darling...don't be such a sourpuss.&nbsp; They're just kids doing what kids are supposed to do.&nbsp; I'm sure you were <em>just</em> as bad, if not worse, at that age.&nbsp; I know I was."&nbsp; She smirked and brushed her impeccably styled hair off her brow, shooting a glance after Greg and St. Clair's wife.&nbsp; A soft, unabashed snort escaped as she lifted her glass to her lips and muttered softly.&nbsp; "Oh, yeah...I'm <em>sure</em> those two have it all covered."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 03:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Snooping<br><br><hr><br>A quick look around after dropping off her haul showed her that no one was watching, and so she slipped away from the party, leaving the rest of them to the splashing and drinking while she snuck inside.&nbsp; She followed her instincts through the dark house to the kitchen, arriving just in time to see Terry leaving, and smirking at his back.&nbsp; She had a feeling he was gonna be one of the ones that didn't fall for her bullshit, which she was somewhat pleased about.&nbsp; Sure, it was fun when you could get people to do things with and for you, but everyone needed someone who'd say no and tell you to fuck off for trying.&nbsp; Plus, he wasn't bad on a Strat and he liked metal...now if he'd just stop looking at her as if he expected her to shit on the carpet.<br><br>She opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of orange juice, leaving behind the partially-emptied bottle of vodka in its place.&nbsp; She was feeling the vodka a little and that's all she needed, just a pleasant warmth.&nbsp; Opening the orange juice, she wandered through the house, peering at the walls and randomly opening drawers to examine the contents.&nbsp; She considered snooping on other people to be a hobby, and she was always curious to see the things that strangers kept private, what they valued and what they were ashamed of.&nbsp; Her wandering took her upstairs eventually and she found herself in the master suite, sipping her juice and crossing the masculine room to the closet.<br><br>She could smell the aftershave, and when she turned on the light in Greg's closet, she was greeted by the sight of suits and polo shirts.&nbsp; Humming the Police 'Don't Stand so Close', she ran her fingers across the clothes and then crouched to peer at the floor, trying to find boxes or anything juicy that might contain something of interest.&nbsp; Well, something more interesting than shoes, anyhow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 04:08:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Vaan_-_Green_Lantern.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Eckhart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070149#msg13070149)<br><strong>Time/Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mention of James' speech, though tagging Luci &amp; Vi mainly, along pretty much everyone he's been sat near so far.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Tommy gets distracted by pretty goth girls and checks who's doing what after the meet.<br><br><hr><br>The meeting opened up and James had started the small speech he gave out. Thomas currently had no real experience in dealing with the man outside of being a witness more to the snipes that he shared with Greg, the latter who has been Thomas' friend for years now. Tommy made a slight grimace at the mention of house prices, he knew there was some real estate luvvies in the audience, though his place was paid for and he intended to live in it, selling and moving was always a pain in the ass and since his divorce he'd rather not do it anymore. Tom gave a nod and a wink to Greg as he left, though otherwise let the man sort things out. As much as things did seem a bit of a waste here for Tommy and his nightspots would seem unaffected, having Kate and her friends around and being able to schmooze with the locals more meant he'd take his time right now before rushing off.<br><br>Tom couldn't suppress the grin of James' trophy wife rushing off with Greg to 'help'. He eyed Kate and tilted his head to the pair as they walked out, still carrying the grin. Around then Luci walked in. He'd seen a few of her videos and recognised her face. He had no idea if she drank at any of his places, though with the one seat next to him empty as he sat next to Callista, he waved and patted the empty seat to offer it for her. Maybe they could talk a bit more at the party later, if she wanted an escort. Turning, he took Vi's hand as he moved forward to reach for it past Callista and Kate before sitting back, "That I shall, Vi. Nice to meet you too. I'm a great fan of the classic burlesque styled pin-up look by the way." he spoke complimentarily.<br><br>He couldn't help once again but burst into a grin when Vi commented on Greg and Yvonne, to stop himself from chortling he quickly put his upcurled hand to his mouth and pretended to have a cough as his face reddened from mirth... Taking a deep breath, he got himself settled and looking to the trio of beauties to the one side of him and Luci if she sat by him to his other, he whispered "So anyone hitting that party after this is done?" He looked mainly to Kate as a bit of an invite to her, though it was meant to be open and figure out where everyone was actually heading afterwards. He'd invite them on a night out at one of his spots, though tonight was his night off and he intended to keep it that way if he could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 04:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Booze and Weed, Weed and Booze<br><br><hr><br>Tim grinned as Shane took a joint, offering one to Aric as well. The guy was standing right there after all. "I am Tim, nice to meet yo..." he said, trailing off as the gaggle of Asian beauties decided to walk by and disrupted his concentration. It was plain on his face that he was doing the calculation of wether it was worth it to be rude to his host to try and hit on those girls, but his concentration was broken once again by another new arrival.<br><br>"Josh! <em>Mein freund!</em> Is this not a wonderful party? We are going to have a good time <em>ya?</em>" he said in greeting, giving Josh an enthusiastic hug when he arrived. Some people thought Tim had personal space issues. Tim thought those people were weird.<br><br>Letting go of the hug, he leaned in conditionally to Josh and spoke in a stage whisper. "It is good that you have come. I have a big problem! I brought too many of these!" he said, taking a joint and pressing it into Josh's hands. "You smoke that one, but we will need more volunteers. They look likely, <em>ya</em>?" he said, pointing to the Asian girls.<br><br>And then the adults arrived, and suddenly there was no sign of a visible joint anywhere near Tim. Drinking was one thing. After a few frustrating months he had learned that America's drinking restrictions seemed to exist only to be broken, and the stunning woman at the beer table wearing a latex dress didn't seem to be bothered. Weed was a little more complicated. Best to keep out of sight.<br><br>"I am suddenly very thirsty. And you are drinklesd as well! Allow me to correct that!" he said to Josh before walking up to the table to grab a couple of beers, doing a very poor job of covering the fact that he was checking Yvonne out.<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpguy37</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 04:48:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m00a0t0JTI1qjkv6oo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Josh Bagley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13072274#msg13072274)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tim, Yvonne, all present at pool party<br><strong>Content</strong>: Trying to mingle and fit in<br><br><hr><br>Josh awkwardly returned Tim's hug.&nbsp; The German's overly friendly manner was something he was still getting used to.&nbsp; He balked as his friend put the joint in his hand.&nbsp; "Is this weed?&nbsp; Are you kidding? You know I have to pee in a cup like 3 times a week on the swim team, right?&nbsp; Thanks, but no thanks!"&nbsp; He puts the joint in the hand of one of the Asian girls strutting by, holding it between two fingers like it's going to explode.&nbsp; He smiled awkwardly at her, too nervous to say anything.<br><br>He looked around at the other neighborhood guys, hoping they wouldn't think he wasn't cool for not taking the joint.&nbsp; He shifted from one foot to the other, holding the pilfered bottle of Schnopps and trying to think of something else to say after the awkward exchange with the joint. "Thirsty? Yeah me too!"&nbsp; Josh chimed in, oblivious to Tim ogling Yvonne.&nbsp; He followed him over to the beer table and put the bottle he was carrying on it.<br><br>He took a solo cup of beer and was about to bring it to his lips when he noticed Yvonne. He almost dropped the cup.&nbsp; "Uh... ummm hi there Miss! I'm Josh, I just moved in around the corner.&nbsp; And I'm totally of drinking age.&nbsp; This t-shirt?&nbsp; From the swim team <em>years ago</em>.&nbsp; Just like to wear it sometimes, you know?"&nbsp; He leans into Tim and whispers "I think this party is going to be totally busted! We need to have an escape plan!"&nbsp; He smiles back at Yvonne, looking like a nervous wreck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 05:18:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Shane, Timothy, Terry, and anybody else that might notice him...<br>Dressed: Crimson Tanktop, Black Cargo shorts, sandals.<br>Content: survey the scene.<br><br>Aric looked about appreciatevly, wagging his eye brows at Timothys offer, "Danke!" He took an appreciative sniff and chuckled as he backed off into the crowd in hot pursuit. He gave Shane another nod before pulling a small portable tylenol tube from his pocket and popping the joint into it.<br><br>He made his way through the crowd happily eatting as he stopped to talk with the occasional person, pausing at the drinks table looking it over before shaking his head and looking to Terry, "Damn shame isnt it." A little grin creasing his face as he pulled a flask from his pocket and took a sip before wandering off himself.<br><br>There were advantages to being as tall as he was, seeing over the crowd was easy so you were able to get good forewarning on whats going on. That and a strict parent, and being tall making you more noticable left you with a well developed trouble sense.. So at the sight of Gregory and Yvonne approaching he vaguely remembered she had some connection to the HOA, which was a good sign to exit stage left. Finishing off his food and drink he dumped his trash, in an actual can, and started slipping out as quietly as he could..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 12:07:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Party!</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>After she took a swig, her eyes roamed the party. Delicious young men practically swarmed the place. Her marriage was almost completely sexless, so her desire ramped up even more than it probably should. Many thought that because she was married, and a little bit older, that her sex drive would damper. Most who were married had theirs slowed. Not Yvonne though. No; her job made her sex drive peek instead. Licking her lips, her eyes caught a new young man starring almost blantly at her. She couldn't help but smirk and jokingly wave at him, her breasts jiggled slightly as she did so.<br><br>When did they get so many new people? Usually she was all over who was coming or going, yet some how these new people were in the neighborhood. That thought came to a halt as a young man seemed to have notice her and almost dropped the solo cup she was sure was filled with some alcohol. She watched him amused; her eyes almost danced as she watched him. "I'm sure...is that why it says 2017 on it?" She chuckled and shook her head; "don't worry. I won't turn you in. I did much worse when I was your age, so drink. I might be the HOA's president's wife," a title she disliked already, "but don't worry. I'm not a stiff like my husband;" she chuckled again.<br><br>I wish he was more stiff; she couldn't help but think naughtily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 14:57:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Character: Shane Eames<br>Location: The Eames, soon to be out of control, party<br>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, Aric and whoever else might be within the vicinity<br><br>When Shane saw Yvonne St. Clair walk into the party he almost choked on his beer. It's not that he cared about the older generation checking in, it was because he has a secret. Shane has long been obsessed with Mrs. St. Clair. He has ever magazine and photoset she has ever posted on the internet. She was one of the few monetary indulgences he allowed himself, and each and every purchase was worth every penny. <br><br>She has a reading room directly across from his bedroom and sometimes he watches her while he goes to sleep. Very few of his friends know about his secret crush, but it's fairly obvious. Any girl at this party could walk up to Shane and he would be the coolest customer you have ever seen. Loads of quiet confidence and swagger. As soon as Yvonne St. Clair comes around he turns into a shy little boy who only wants to please mommy, but is too afraid to try. Shane just started looking around. Trying to play the cool jock too cool for eye contact, but he wouldn't fool anyone paying attention to his body language. <br><br>For the Superman named Shane Eames...Yvonne St. Clair was his kryptonite<br><br>The Water Polo match now had new rules and several people were now playing STRIP water polo. Shane considers stepping in to get bikini tops back on and force a more conservative game, however bare boobs bouncing in the pool seemed to quash that idea. What the hell is an eight foot privacy fence for if it's not to keep private party moments private. He steals a look at Yvonne. A lot of the kids here were going to be going home tonight, half drunk, and rubbing one out thinking of any number of teen hottie who showed up. Shane would be imagining taking off Mrs. St. Clair's dress and fucking her better than that stick up his ass husband ever could. <br><br>He sighs. <br><br>Like so many young men...he wants something he knows he can't have.<br><br>Right about then someone shows up hauling a kareoke machine. Shane's face scrunches up in confusion wondering who the hell would think it's a good idea to bring that to a teenage pool party. <br><br>"Hey uh....I better stop this guy before we have a bunch of rowdy kids singing Nickelback and 'Smells like teen spirit' on an endless loop."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 19:10:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sleeveless t-shirt, faded khaki combats.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Pool Party People, Open.<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving from Desmond Drive (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13081320#msg13081320)<br><br>&nbsp;Clark's old-style green car slid into Weaver Way, finding a parking spot a couple of houses down. A bit of a walk, given the side of houses, but a habitual precaution when parking near parties for Clark. "Geez, loud enough them?" He laughed and slid out of the car, stretching with a wince. "Come on, time to earn that favour, Desi." He flashed her a smile, rounding the car to open the door on her side and offer her a hand out, half expecting to be flipped the bird for the effort.<br><br>&nbsp;Grabbing the box of bottles from the back seat he hefted it onto his shoulder, hip bumping the doors shut and locking them with the keyfob. Not that it was really needed in the Pines, but he'd rather keep the habit. "Want to drape of my arm and make me look less like a maths nerd?" He chuckled, slipping his free hand in his pocket rather than offering his arm and starting an easy walk towards the Eames' house.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 20:23:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne<br><strong>Content</strong>: Booze and Weed, Weed and Booze<br><br><hr><br>Tim was both delighted and annoyed that Josh had joined him at the beer table. He had wanted at least a minute to gaze upon the ravishing creature parked there but accepted that it was not to be. He rolled his eyes as Josh tried to make excuses about the beer, and grinned widely and slapped Josh on the back. at Yvonne's response and said. "You see! You worry too much! This is a great party, why would you want to leave?" he asked.<br><br>Tim gestured to the pool where it seemed quite a few people were starting to lose on their clothes. "Look there, <em>mein freund,</em> a water game with naked girls. I bet you would be good at it, ya?" he said, patting Josh on the shoulder. "And if something bad can happen, I will cover for you. My host mother, she is very understanding about things. We go to my place and do the chill out."<br><br>And then something Yvonne said made his mouth split into a wide smile. "But first we must take care of our guest!" he turns back to Yvonne and offers a hand. "Shane would not want such an important personage as yourself to go unattended." Tim said to her, having no idea how right he was. "Is there anything I can get for you Mrs...." he struggled with finding the proper form of address for a fist lady and couldn't think of it. "...President? We should have known we were among important personages by that remarkable dress!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 20:47:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://eatsleepkpop.weebly.com/uploads/7/2/6/0/7260199/ls1_orig.jpg)</div><br>The four Asian girls were circling around the party, moving as a pack. Although they frequently talked in high-speed Korean, they clearly understood English to some degree. They made it fairly clear early on that if someone gave them a drink, they'd flash their breasts, ass, or both, depending on the quality of the drink. <br><br>Emi, Ami, Umi, and Keiko were having the time of their life, and had no intention of leaving until this got boring to them. They might even be willing to have sex with someone... They looked around, shook their heads, and giggled. None of the young men here could handle all four of them at once, and they did <em>everything</em> together. <br><br>Umi noticed that Yvonne had entered the party, and was standing off to one side of the party, sizing up the young men. They had a quick conference, then herded their way over to Yvonne. Each of them had a drink in her hand, and as they got close, they each held out the Dixie cup they were holding. <br><br>Emi spoke up. "Drink, <em>mama-sama</em>?" That got giggles from the other three. <br><br>The drink in the four cups was a drink called Jet Fuel - an even mix of cinnamon schnapps and peppermint liqueur. Some might wonder where she got those from... 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpguy37</strong> on <strong>27-03-2017, 23:49:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m00a0t0JTI1qjkv6oo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Josh Bagley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13072274#msg13072274)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tim, Yvonne, KPop Quartet, all present at pool party<br><strong>Content</strong>: Trying not to panic<br><br><hr><br>All the color drains from Josh's cheeks as Yvonne points out the graduating year emblazoned on his chest. <em>I am so dead!</em> His jaw dropped, his mind frantically clawing away for some kind of excuse.&nbsp; He crooked his head as the woman smiled and teased him, instead of chewing him out.&nbsp; He stood, frozen in disbelief until Tim gave him a hearty pat on the back that brought him to his senses.<br><br>For the first time he noticed how gorgeous Yvonne was, eyes wandering over her latex clad body until they found hers again.&nbsp; As he realized he was staring a flush of red came over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.&nbsp; He smiled in an apologetic sort of way as he finally found his voice again.&nbsp; "So let me get this straight... your husband is the president of the community... at the meeting across the street... and you're cool with the party here? I could get used to chaperoning like this!" He took a swig of beer, grimacing.&nbsp; Under his parent's roof he could count the number of times he'd had a drink on one hand.&nbsp; "Just... umm... make sure not to tell my Aunt Cal you saw me here! Well, might as well enjoy the party while we can!"&nbsp; He musters up some courage and downs the rest of the solo cup, making a face as he stifles a belch in front of a lady. Then takes another cup.<br><br>His eyes pop out of his head as Tim directs his attention to the shenanigans happening in the pool.&nbsp; "Wow, Tim, you were right! This party is crazy!"&nbsp; He takes another long swig of beer.&nbsp; "I might have to find my way over there."&nbsp; He strips off his tank top, revealing his tanned chest and abs, and tosses it on a nearby chair.&nbsp; If there was anywhere he could show off it was definitely the pool!&nbsp; He grins goofily, unused to the alcohol and his nerves calmed for the moment.<br><br>He stops dead in his tracks as the four Korean girls strut up and address Yvonne.&nbsp; He took another swig, this was already the best party he'd ever been to and it was only just beginning!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 00:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://eatsleepkpop.weebly.com/uploads/7/2/6/0/7260199/ls1_orig.jpg)</div><br>One of the four, Ami, noticed Josh, and elbowed Umi. When Umi looked over, Ami gave her the "go over there" head gesture, and Umi blushed momentarily. After a moment, she strutted forward, looking all the world like a tramped-up runway model. She held the drink out with both hands, and asked, "Drink?" <br><br>After a moment, she blushed a little harder. "If you drink," she said with a very thick accent, "you show us cock, yes?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 00:23:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Clark | Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Don't give her ideas... <hr>The drive was short enough that Desiree behaved herself. That was to say she didn't put any extra effort into teasing Clark or trying to draw his attention beyond his initial indulgence. She knew what she looked like, and yes, she liked that Clark recognized what was right in front of him, but her vanity was not so enormous that it required near constant maintenance. Which was why she was perfectly at ease once they picked out a parking spot and pulled up. She even let Clark open the door for her and help her out without any comment on the act.<br><br>"Loud as fuck, damn." She winced and was already wondering how long it could possibly last. She could appreciate the sheer balls it took to challenge Mr. HoA himself so directly and if that was the main objective then bravo, but if this shit was supposed to last more than... oh she'd give it an hour unless someone else intervened, then they were headed in the wrong direction. Still, despite the scent of teenaged hormones wafting rather strongly on the breeze, Desi fell into step beside Clark after he'd gathered of his offering to the party gods. <br><br>"Oh sweetie, no. We've discussed this. Nothing will make you look any less the adorable nerd you are. You'll just look like a damn lucky one is all." She was laughing as they headed to the door and stepped into fray though it died quickly enough as her nose crinkled over the scene before her.<br><br>This was so not her scene. Desi could get hella wild when she was so inclined but there was something about this party and the host of largely familiar, if not exactly well known, faces that closed the door on that idea before it could even begin to peek out. She'd have to be watch herself which was... well, boring.<br><br>&nbsp;"Copper? I hope you know... I'm starting a clock... now." Which meant if something didn't change quickly, she was getting the hell out, with or without him. Which was not a threat as they were not actually attached at the hip or anything. As far as she could tell though most of the attention was being directed toward a specific something or other. Desi could not see who or what just yet but for the moment she figured she was probably safer where she was. Or actually, a drink, she needed a drink.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:00:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Eames Residence ---&gt;&nbsp; Weaver Way sidewalk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Jake wasn't quite sure what he was expecting when he began to make his way to the party.<br><br>It was a part of his way of getting out and exploring a bit more, of relaxing and unwinding a bit.&nbsp; Time and time again he had heard that he needed to loosen up, relax a bit, live a little.&nbsp; <br><br>He had heard about the party earlier that day, and had been in the back of his mind as some way of fate, perhaps.&nbsp; Already in the neighborhood, helping out one of his clients with some photos, he had thought of stopping by the party, seeing what was going on, living and relaxing a bit as he had so often been told.<br><br>With a bottle of coke, mixed with a healthy dose of bourbon, he had begun to walk down the street, looking forward to the party and night, but as he got closer, the more and more vast did his reservations grow about the place, with it's loud, boisterous music that seemed to have not a care in the world for the neighbors or others around them.<br><br>Only a minute in to his arrival at the party, after doing what he had originally come there to do, with one look, Jake decided he had had enough.&nbsp; “Nope.” He said to himself, shaking his head in mild amusement at the atmosphere of the place.&nbsp; <br><br>Trouble was written all over it, it seemed, making him reminisce of bad high school parties he had tried to forget.&nbsp; Just being there for that one moment made him feel grossly out of place, like he didn't belong there at all in such alien territory.&nbsp; One moment there was all he needed to know it was time for him to go, especially at the sight of adults seemingly, as he thought, coming to break it up.<br><br>A swig of the bottle was taken, sating his thirst, as he slipped out of the party and began to walk back up the street, trying to think of something to do with his time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Shane Eames<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: All pool party participants<br><br>He stood there a moment with mouth agape as the four lovely Asians approached Yvonne and offered her a drink. Then the shock doubled as one approached Josh and made her pitch. Let us put aside for a moment all the drama this party is going to cause. The cops are eventually going to show up. Greg Eames is going to get fined by the homeowners association for excessive noise, litter, and not having the proper sized stick up his ass. Shane Eames is likely to be grounded until graduation and maybe even a few months into college. All small prices to pay for what is a LEGENDARY party.<br><br>"Actually nevermind..." He says with a smile. "This is a victory no matter how you slice it."<br><br>No one likely knew what he was talking about, but it was simple party economics. His shindig was so interesting that the stuck up homeowner association president's wife found it more interesting than the meeting. The only real problem was that Tim moved in first. A lot of guys might take that poorly, but Shane just shrugs it off. Getting mad or cock blocking friends is well outside the realm of acceptable behavior and it just would make him look like a supreme douchebag. <br><br>Besides having her here as opposed to the meeting shows he kinda won...<br><br>He holds his bottle of Bud Light high as Clark and Desiree enter the party. Clark was one of his best friends all through high school, and a HUGE reason he passed algebra. Shane will never understand algebra. Adding numbers is hard enough without someone sprinkling the alphabet into the problems. Desiree was right with him and looking as hot and tempting as ever. Aside from being hot and one of the biggest teases ever, she is more smart than anyone has a right to be. More than a few guys looked her way, and she would likely not have it any other way. <br><br>He is more than a little amused at the Josh drama and gives him a double thumbs up. <br><br>"Josh...you have to be one of the luckiest people on the planet right now." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:09:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yvonne, Kpop, Aric, Desiree, Clark, Jake, open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Heading out<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>Terry's circle around the party turned out to be a lot faster than he thought. It's not that titties flopping freely in the pool weren't a pleasant sight. In fact, they were an excellent sight. And it's not like the newly arrived Jessica Rabbit wasn't a looker, either. But all of these kids... well, they felt like kids to him, and the sight of Jessica drinking right alongside of them...<br><br>Maybe another party, another time. Tae might be cool -- or a complete raving Harley Quinn level psychopath -- and some of these other kids might be as well, but seeing the Gangnam Quartet marching around, strutting their stuff, being worshipped by a bunch of athletes that wanted to pretend they weren't virgins...<br><br>"Peace," he said softly, shaking his head. He didn't know where Tae had gone, but seeing as she knew where he lived he expected her to come back around, asking where he had vanished to, and telling him <em>all</em> the "juicy" details of what went down after he left. Keeping himself on the outer rim of the party, near the fence, he spotted a rather tall young man with a pizza box in one hand. In fact, he didn't pay it much mind, but he was the guy with a flask, a fellow that understood the lack of proper bourbon in this place. <em>Not a friend,</em> he thought to himself, <em>but something better than nothing.</em><br><br>"Yo hold up," he said, jogging up beside the blonde baby-faced gentleman, a hand over the tumbler to make sure no Buffalo Trace spilled wastefully onto the grass. "Lemme get some of that," he said, lifting the lid open. When he got a sight of the various toppings, though... "Nevermind, not hungry. So what are you drinking tonight?"<br><br>As the two strode out from the back yard he noticed two more younger arrivals, one with a whole case of beer lifted onto his shoulder. "You don't wanna waste that here," he called out to them. "This party's dead anyway." With that, he turned and continued towards the sidewalk with his new acquaintance. "Sorry, what did you say you was drinking?" He turned his head, noticing another man, bearded, exiting the party himself of his own whims. "You, too," Terry said, lifting his own glass (or rather, the glass of whoever's house he just left) and tapping it. "What's your poison?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: too many to list</li></ul><br>James nodded as Gregory Ames and James' own wife went off to see about controlling the madness across the street. It never crossed his mind that Yvonne might have something else planned than just turning the volume down. <br><br>After a few minutes, the booming rock music turned down to a tolerable level, allowing him to continue. "<em>As I was saying</em>," he said with some excessive emphasis, "The last item on the agenda is raising funds to build a community center. It's been clear that we sometimes need a wide-open space for meetings like this, weddings, and so on. So I want those of you with some interest to start thinking on that. We want to pull money from outside of the community as well as funds from within, so I want to hear ideas - bake sales, carwashes, fuck, at this point I'd even accept a cabaret, or something..." He trailed off. "Sorry, sorry. Just... think about it, and bring your ideas to the next meeting, okay?" <br><br>With an expansive gesture, he said, "The meeting is dismissed. If you have any questions, come talk to me in person. Tonight, tomorrow, whenever. But for tonight, please enjoy the catering we've put together for you all." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:50:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sleeveless t-shirt, faded khaki combats.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Pool Party People, Open.<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Arriving <br><br>&nbsp;"Thanks, doll." Clark mwahed at Desi as he looked over the party, pale eyebrows raising as his shoulders sag. "I'm kind of torn between impressed and disappointed. Think the asians are hired?" He ask, half a question, half a snark. Not that that stopped him eyeing them up in a distant way. "I'll admit, I expected more just some swimming and chatting, leading to drinking and dancing. Stuff we could spice up. So yeah, slip the leash if you get a better offer. Sorry, Desi."&nbsp; A long shrug followed, Clark keeping walking with a polite smile.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark gave Terry a nod. "Well, it'll keep if I don't drink it. Thanks for the warning, but I have to hang for a bit. Friends, eh? Never make life easy." The sight of carrying a tumbler of booze down the street made Clark want to laugh. Possibly point and laugh. But at the same time, he just wasn't up for the shouting match that would probably follow. So he just kept on steadily, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose a little after he passed them. He did glance over his shoulder to see if Desi would decide they seemed more fun though. If so, good for her.<br><br>&nbsp;Shane got a wave as Clark came up. "Mmmm. Really pushed the boat out, Shane?" He cocked his head. "You been hitting the beer hard? You look a bit flushed, man. You have to keep it real as the host, you know." He smiled though, tapping his fist on Shane's chest. "Who are the four pack anyway? Football fans?" He went on tip-toes and peered a bit further. "Yvonne too. I never undersand how she can keep dresses like that on in this heat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HannibalBarca</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 01:55:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e9/Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg/441px-Jeffrey-Dean-Morgan6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Greg Eames<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | Eames residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> anyone in attendance<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Leather bomber jacket, silk shirt, slacks, boots<br><strong>Content:</strong> At the Eames residence party/clusterfuck<br><br><hr><br>Yvonne's tagging along and her comments gave Greg pause.&nbsp; She'd always been a looker, and with her career, it sort of made sense for her to want to hang with a younger crowd...but the offhand comments about James were interesting.&nbsp; "Yeah, this won't be that big a deal.&nbsp; Kids being kids.&nbsp; Probably time to enjoy the festivities, if you want...I'm not the one complaining.&nbsp; Feel free, Yvonne."<br><br>Working up through his driveway, he had to smile to himself.&nbsp; Most of the kids he saw he had no recollection of ever meeting, or if he had, they'd probably been a lot younger then.&nbsp; He did catch a glimpse of Gavin's nephew Terry, but he was further off in the mix.&nbsp; With what he knew of the young man, he hadn't pegged him for this kind of partier, but the look on his face gave Greg the impression that he wasn't very interested.<br><br>Still, there was a host of enticing young women in attendance.&nbsp; In fact, as he moved into his home, he saw a quartet of very attractive Korean girls...in an apparent <em>tete-a-tete</em> with Yvonne, among others.&nbsp; That was when he finally spotted Shane...and saw the look on his face as he gazed over at James' wife.&nbsp; <em>Oh, my</em>, he sighed, feeling all kinds of fatherly sympathy for his nearly-grown kid.&nbsp; Well, he was 18, after all...but god, that was a big chunk to bite off a t-bone.&nbsp; Coming up behind his progeny, he wrapped an arm around his beefy shoulder, patting him heartily.&nbsp; "That good, huh?&nbsp; I admit, she's got good structure, and that rack was built about as well as a plastic surgeon can make 'em.&nbsp; But keep in mind she's the association president's wife, Shane."&nbsp; He paused a moment.&nbsp; "Not that I wouldn't love to see an Eames stick it to a St. Clair--in one way or another..."&nbsp; He mused a moment, then shook his head.<br><br>"I'm gonna get on the PA and get this ruckus more under control.&nbsp; Don't sweat the small stuff, kid.&nbsp; It could have been a lot worse...but..."&nbsp; He looked Shane in the eyes, raising an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Right across the street from the HOA meeting tonight?&nbsp; That audible kinda sucked, didn't it?"&nbsp; He gave Shane a fatherly punch in the shoulder, winking.&nbsp; "I don't mind taking a hit on fines, if it means my son gets to dip his wick in some prime rib.&nbsp; Just keep your head above water, and...don't do anyone I wouldn't do."<br><br>He walked past the kitchen, to the adjoining stair, and moved up to the second floor bar, where the controls for the estate's sound system were located.&nbsp; Powering it up, he picked up the mic and looked down at the assembly over the interior balcony.&nbsp; His entire home was wired with a quality sound system in every room, and his solid and resonant voice was carried everywhere on the property.<br><br>"This is Greg Eames, owner of the house you are currently enjoying yourselves in.&nbsp; Don't worry, I'm not cancelling your fun.&nbsp; Just a warning to keep the noise down.&nbsp; Old Mr. Elect-Me-Please's home is right across the way, and likely a shit-ton of your own parents, so there's fair warning.&nbsp; If the cops show up, I'll probably know most of them, and you won't.&nbsp; Now go ahead and enjoy the rest of the night."<br><br>Flicking off the power and laying the mic back in its holder, he looked at the bottle of scotch in his hands.&nbsp; Dewar's was decent stuff.&nbsp; He pulled a tumbler and dropped a few ice cubes in it, pouring off a few fingers.&nbsp; What he needed, before he really looked over the crowd, was a change of clothes.&nbsp; He hadn't really taken a break since Arizona, and he wasn't his son's age anymore.&nbsp; Taking a leisurely sip of his scotch, he headed towards his bedroom.<br><br>It seemed the party hadn't really penetrated this far into his house, which was a good thing, and he was considering just what to wear as he came through the door of his bedroom--and saw a female figure crouched by one of his closets, apparently rummaging for...something.&nbsp; He leaned up against the wall, taking another sip of his drink, and crossed his feet.<br><br>"Thief...admirer...or just curious?&nbsp; Or," and here he waved the tumbler in the interloper's direction, "do you have a serious gossip bug up your ass?"&nbsp; He took another sip, casually and without any apparent hostility.&nbsp; "'cause most of the action is going on downstairs or across the street...if you're into that kind of thing."&nbsp; He hadn't had a good look at her in the dim area, and he hit the switch, filling the room with light.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:13:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br><br><hr><br>A little smirk danced across her lips as she listened to, presumably, the owner of the house caution the kids to quiet down, making note of his nickname for James St. Clair.&nbsp; She didn't hear him come in, or maybe she did and didn't give a fuck, either way she didn't turn from what she was doing until he addressed her.&nbsp; Her head cocked as she looked over her shoulder with a grin, shiny black hair gathered into waist-length pigtails on either side of her head.&nbsp; "Curious.&nbsp; I mean, I'm not above stealing if I find something I want, but at the moment I'm just looking for something interesting."<br><br>She rose fluidly as the lights went on and sipped her juice, apparently not the least bit fazed by being caught in the act.&nbsp; "So, this your place or are you snooping, too?&nbsp; We could snoop together, if you are.&nbsp; You cover a lot more ground that way and there are hiding places you might think of that I would miss."&nbsp; She sauntered over and perched on the end of his bed, crossing her legs and kicking her top foot as she watched him thoughtfully with a grin.<br><br>"Of course, if this <em>is</em> your place, you could just tell me where all the interesting things are hidden and save me a lot of time and trouble."&nbsp; She flashed him a wider grin and canted her head, leaning back on one hand as if she owned the place.&nbsp; The white top, something between schoolgirl and straight-jacket, did nothing to hide her figure...though her chest was rather small, especially compared to the woman downstairs.&nbsp; Still, she didn't have to wear a bra and the small breasts suited her soft, supple, petite frame in a way large breasts wouldn't.&nbsp; Her bare legs, exposed between the hem of her tweed miniskirt and the tops of her thigh-high socks, were velvety and inviting.&nbsp; She looked both delicious and dangerous...like a poisonous berry.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:35:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, Kpop girls, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Drinking young adults under the table.....like a responsible adult &gt;.&lt;</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne raised an eyebrow as the group of girls came over and offered her a drink. Because of her job, she learned to drink....a lot...and not be drunk. It helped that both of her parents were alcoholics and while Yvonne didn't <em>have</em> to drink, she really enjoyed a good buzz. Smirking, she grabbed the drink and sniffed. Dipping a nail in the drink, she watched for a second. When her nail polish didn't change colors, again...a product she had to use because of her job, she downed it. It burned her throat slightly. Licking her lips, she exhaled a minty exhale.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">And then something Yvonne said made his mouth split into a wide smile. "But first we must take care of our guest!" he turns back to Yvonne and offers a hand. "Shane would not want such an important personage as yourself to go unattended." Tim said to her, having no idea how right he was. "Is there anything I can get for you Mrs...." he struggled with finding the proper form of address for a fist lady and couldn't think of it. "...President? We should have known we were among important personages by that remarkable dress!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>For once, Yvonne liked the title, especially coming from such a cute young man that made her a little warm between her legs as he spoke with a somewhat thick German accent. Like most girls, accents made her melt. "Anything?" She lifted a brow and teased with a seductive smirk on her lips; he was tasty...she thought and giggled softly.<br><br>Her eyes moved over to one of the girls approaching the now topless sweet boy; her request made her eyes glitter with amusement. This was exactly why she loved partying with younger people. Almost everyone her age just sat around bitching about one neighbor or the next while drinking wine. This was much more entertaining. The male blushed and she giggled softly. A bit curious if he would take the girls request. Hungry eyes ate up his topless form.<br><br>Just as Shane, a boy she knew for a little bit, came over. So many delicious young men swarming me, she thought. So tempting! Licking her lips, her eyes dragged over all the young ones around her. Her lips slightly parted as she panted softly at the thought of any of them. God..she needed to get laid, she thought and picked up a random drink and threw it back, letting the liquor warm her up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:43:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/J9kQzma.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callista Reed<br><strong>Time &amp; Location:</strong> Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kate, Violet, Thomas, anyone else <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Casual, belted crepe charmeuse tunic over a short skirt, heels<br><strong>Content:</strong> Seeing &amp; Being Seen<br><br><hr><br>When Tommy mentioned money, Callista gave him another quick look, though it was a more businesslike assessment than a personal one.&nbsp; Nobody lived in this area without having money, be it the hard wad of numbers in various accounts or the shell game variety that would likely eventually implode, leaving nothing but dust, confetti and a lot of pissed off people.&nbsp; There were probably one or two of the latter in the crowd, because they went where there was money, so it only made sense.&nbsp; For now, she was willing to take more or less everything at face value, until she could dig a little deeper.<br><br>The meeting started out like most others of the type, be it committee or HOA, but the music from next door seemed to really rattle the new president.&nbsp; Callista had not voted for him, or anyone else, given that she was still in the process of completing the paperwork on the sale when it happened.&nbsp; Neither had the previous owner, given that, from what she had heard, one of them was in jail and the other one had headed back north and the house had been empty for several months.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was at least a source of some satisfaction, given how easily he seemed to be rattled by the sounds of the party next door ... though, from the looks he was casting around, there was more going on.&nbsp; There always was, and it was rather comforting to know it.<br><br>Once the meeting was done, ended so abruptly that she could almost see the smoke rising from their trail, Callista sat for a few minutes, letting her eyebrows climb ... but with the looks passing between Tommy and Kate, she figured that a midnight swim and ice cream was postponed, and good for them.&nbsp; As the buzz started, people shuffling either to pick up on conversations or enjoy the rest of the night, she rose and smiled around.&nbsp; <em>"Well ... I guess that's that.&nbsp; Lovely to meet you all, and ... I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again soon -- once we're all unpacked, I'd like to invite you all over for a little party ... with different music, I hope ... "</em><br><br>She gave Kate a little wink, as if to say that she wouldn't be expecting her for that late night swim, though her door would be open if plans changed, offered smiles, and a handshake, and made her way to the side exit, though not so quickly that she missed the chance to introduce herself and say hello when the opportunity presented itself.<br><br>Perhaps it was a wasted opportunity, but it was also important to choose your moment, and this didn't seem like the best one for networking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:50:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, K-pop<br><strong>Content</strong>: Booze and Weed, Weed and Booze<br><br><hr><br>The German teen nodded excitedly back at Yvonne. "Of course! All that I have the power to provide is yours." he said.<br><br>Timothy's jaw dropped a little at the Asian girl's approach first to Yvonne and then to Josh. Instantly he was behind his friend, slapping his back and rubbing his shoulders like he'd seen in an American boxing movie. While he desperately wanted to watch Yvonne taking her drink and please oh god please pay the cost for it, he had to back up his friend.<br><br>"This is a thing you can do." he said, trying to sound motivational. "You do it not just for yourself, but for all of us. Now go, drink, show them you are made of manly things." <br><br>He had watched, enviously, the way Yvonne had looked at Josh taking his shirt off. He nudged his friend in her direction and said, as quietly as possible' "Show her, ya?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 02:52:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Lilah.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah Diaz-Carlton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074609#msg13074609)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> HOA meeting<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex, Corbin, waving to Vi and Savannah<br><strong>Sugar Content:</strong>&nbsp; low<br><br>Delilah entered the party a little late with her basket of cookies and a ready smile for her friends despite the noise from across the street. A quick glance told her everything she needed to know about the class of this event, the hostess and her hooker outfit an obvious tell tale of what to expect. Something to smile about at least, she thought as she nudged a woman out of the way to sit next to Alex who was conveniently at the back. Saved Delilah a zig zag trip to find another seat further in the room! "Hello love," she greeted her friend warmly and without lowering her voice, since both James and party music were competing for attention. "Goodness this is something... Would you like a cookie?" She held the basket up for Alex and acknowledged Corbin on the other side of her with a little grin, offering him one as well. "Cookie?" <br><br>As James droned on under the beating of music from across the street and eventually gave up, it made Delilah snicker under her breath to see people flee the premises. Stop the party, sure. James could speak again, the music volume lowered from head splitting to distracting, but his message was not quite what Delilah expected. <br><br>Community center? For what? If she couldn't fit an event at the house, she had enough money to rent whatever venue she wanted. And was the man serious? <em>Bake sales? Car washes?</em> <br><br>"Well, that was a waste of time," she commented drily and stood up, brushed her skirt down. "Bake sales for a community center, I think not." But despite the negative words, she beamed a smile at her friend and dropped a kiss on her cheek. "Drop by soon," she asked and straightened up to look for Vi or Savannah. Both seemed occupied with conversation, so she simply waved to them and strolled out as calmly as she'd strolled in not that much earlier. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 03:04:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name:&nbsp; Shane Eames<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Clark, Greg, Josh, Tim, Desiree, Yvonne, Korean hotties, or anyone else<br><br>He can only shrug to Clark in reply and take another pull from his beer. <br><br>"Bro...I know less than half the people here. It's like some of these people just caught wind of the party somehow and just showed up." He shrugs again. "When they bring liquor and beer it's hard to complain too much right. I WISH I could say I brought Team Korea here, but I doubt they follow High School football. One of them is trying to get Josh...which will be a lot of fun to watch." he then motions towards the pool. "And who can complain about the scenery?" Of course predictably he only looks that way for a second. To him there is only one woman at this party who is an undeniably a showstopper and his eyes find her about the time Clark mentions her. "I don't know HOW Yvonne St. Clair wears the things she does...I am just happy she wears it."<br><br>When his father surprises him with an arm around the shoulder he thinks it's about to be trouble. Shane does alot to keep his healthy crush on Yvonne St. Clair a secret, but a few people do know, and in a situation like this, when she is decked out in a dress like that, it's hard to hide. "Well pop...we both know she is married to the Homeowners association president...and well out of my league. A muse." He says wistfully. "I'll keep myself out of trouble...I even bought rubbers."<br><br>He considers asking about the meeting but stops. Whatever new rules have been put in place by the oligarchy of Jame St. Clair can wait until tomorrow, or maybe the day after. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 03:43:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Embarrassing the hell out of her son and going for a stroll<br><br><hr><br>Vi listened to James with mild amusement , one brow quirking at the announcement of the fund raising, a soft snort vocalized at the very thought of her friends getting together like Stepford Wives to bake brownies for some neighborhood sale.&nbsp; Her smile turned impish as she imagined the special ingredient a few of them would be inclined to include in the recipe, and the reactions that might catalyze in some of their more uptight neighbors.&nbsp; She brushed a kiss against Kate's cheek, not unaware of the electricity that seemed to sizzle between her friend and Tommy, then rose to her feet.&nbsp; "Excuse me, darlings, I think I left the stove on."&nbsp; She laughed and drifted away, dropping off her wine bottle and glass before slipping out of the front door and peering across the street.<br><br>She scanned the cars on the street and noted the familiar vintage green masterpiece, cocking a brow.&nbsp; Another glance was all she spared the party, she trusted her son and she knew damn well that was not anyplace she belonged.&nbsp; Instead, she walked to the street and followed the sidewalk to Clark's car, where she stopped and removed her crimson lipstick from her purse.&nbsp; Grinning wickedly to herself, she leaned down and wrote 'Remember to wear a condom and if you've had more than two beers, back away from the car.&nbsp; Love, Vi&nbsp; XOXO' across the driver's side window in her pretty, curlicue cursive.&nbsp; Stepping back, she studied her handiwork and smiled even more broadly, before putting her lipstick away.&nbsp; Sure, Clark would be embarrassed as hell, but he wouldn't be driving drunk or getting anyone pregnant...so it was worth it.&nbsp; Plus, truth be told, she got a little kick out of tweaking him now and then like this.&nbsp; He was just so adorable when he was mad.<br><br>Turning from his car, she started walking down the street, enjoying the cool night air and her freedom from the meeting.&nbsp; She had no plans to go straight home, was walking the opposite direction, in fact.&nbsp; It was entirely too nice out and the neighborhood too pleasant to forsake the chance for an enjoyable evening walk.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Name:</strong> Gavin Brightman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13077767#msg13077767)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blue suit, white shirt, red tie, none of it ironed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corbin, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Smoking Section<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/article-2217762-157F7C5F000005DC-127_634x823.jpg?1490501433476&amp;1490501435219&amp;1490501437403)</div>"That was all?" Gavin asked, brow crinkled, hands held out before him. He opened his mouth as if to complain, a finger pointed up towards the ceiling, holding the pose a moment.<br><br>"Perfect," he smiled. To no one in particular, really. Everyone was already bustling about doing their own thing, and at this point Gavin was quite often talking to himself. Not whole conversations, of course. He wasn't <em>that</em> out of his mind yet. Just the occasional smart ass comment he had no interest in keeping to himself.<br><br>He stood, stepping back the way he came between the chairs, giving no greeting to anyone. "When are you going to clean my pool, Corbin?" was all he said to anyone in particular, and only on the way out. He didn't stop, just wanted to say it loudly enough to interrupt whatever private moment the young man thought he was having with Greg's ex-wife. Not that he wished her any negativity, either. While he was aware of the animosity she bore Greg -- and likewise bore him in return for daring to be on good terms with her ex-husband -- he held none in return. It was none of his business. But it was fun to make an ass out of himself, because even if he was only making himself look bad, he was still interrupting someone else's good time.<br><br>And sometimes, Gavin needed to share the misery.<br><br>He hastened his way across the St. Clair front yard, allowing his shoes to ruin the perfectly manicured lawn as he made his way back to his car. Nimble fingers procured a cigarette from his pocket, his face illuminated by the soft orange of the Zippo lighter in hand. Taking a quick drag as he placed the lighter back in his pocket, he took a glance back at the party across the street... and to see the back of Terry walking away from it, side-by-side with... hm. He was sure he knew the boy, just... wasn't sure he could remember from whose loins the child spawned from.<br><br>Gavin sighed and sat upon the hood of his car, watching as his nephew continued his own evening, oblivious to the observing eyes of his Uncle. He and Denise.... they were waiting. Waiting for the right time to have a child of their own. Her biological clock had been ticking but they waited nonetheless. In the meantime, she doted on her nephew whenever she could. She even listened to that dreadful noise he called "music", trying to get a sense for what the boy liked so that she could talk to him about it.<br><br>A cold shiver snaked up Gavin's spine, one that he sought to calm by inhaling the warmth of his cigarette. Was he doing the right thing, bringing Terry into this neighborhood? Was he trying to live something that was a lie? Something that was robbed from him?<br><br>"Fucking sentiment..." he cursed to himself, tossing the cigarette stub to the road and crushing it beneath his foot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:05:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sleeveless t-shirt, faded khaki combats.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shane, Open.<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping Shane. For some value of helping.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark set his box of beers down a little out of the way, and snagged one from the general supply. "Oh. Must be summer madness or something. Hope you are enjoying it, Shane." He clinked bottles. "No complaints on the view, yeah. Though it sounds like you'd be happier for Yvonne to not be wearing it." A little dig with his elbow and a grin. "Or maybe that's just me." He added to ease the embarrassment factor.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark nodded to Greg as he passed and did his thing. "Well, that's a pretty cool Dad you've got there." A slow sip of beer. "Shane, one thing that is good to learn, is how to flatter a lady, even if nothing is going to happen. Especially when nothing is going to happen." Clark wagged a finger for emphasis. "Though if you ask me, someone's who is single can't be cheating. They've not agreed to anything. Up to the other person to say yes or no, right? But I'm getting off-topic." Standing up a bit straighter, Clark started to go into tutor mode.<br><br>&nbsp;"So look. Quick guidelines, don't be crass. Don't say hot or sexy or say you want to lick them all over without a prompt from them. Don't worry about looking shy or embarrassed. For a start it makes it worse." Clark put a hand between Shane's shoulders. He gave a little push, and then sighed at the utter lack of effect it had on the slab of meat. "Just go over, and say 'Hi, that dress looks really great on you, Yvonne. It makes your hair really stand out.' Saying things like stand out is good, if it seems true." Clark tried another push with a grunt of effort.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:18:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Terry<br>Content: Discrete exit stage left.<br><br>Aric paused as Terry called out, looking over his shoulder and waiting for him to catch up. Giving a small shrug he grinned at the question fishing out the flask and offering, "Black Grouse. Hard to find, but know a shop that keeps it in stock and pretty lax on checking IDs." He took a slice of pizza and took a bite of it, giving Jake a nod as well, unsure if he had met the man before. "Black grouse Scotch. He gave Clark a nod as well, having seen him at college a couple times between classes but never talked to him or Desiree before. As they continued on he shrugged looking back to Terry, "Names Aric Vale. You get the "things going sideways" vibe as well?" he jerks his head back to the party, which seems to have calmed down some after they had left. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:23:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Shane Eames<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br>Content: Taking the advice in<br><br>Shane and Clark had been friends since he was a freshman in high school. The pair shared a lot of good times and traded advice over the past few years. His advice on going to say hello to Yvonne St. Clair was solid. Rock of Gibraltar solid in fact. The only problem is that Tim was chatting her up first and seemed to be doing well. It's not polite to interrupt a man trying to close a deal, even if it's a deal that will likely never close. <br><br>"Yeah I'll talk to her when Tim isn't there. I don't want to steal his thunder." He says with a chuckle. "For now I'll just mingle with the guests and keep an eye on Josh. He's outnumbered four to one and might need backup." He says as casually as he can. "You brought Desiree huh?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wander</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:45:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d2/Vaan_-_Green_Lantern.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Thomas Eckhart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070149#msg13070149)<br><strong>Time/Location:</strong> Evening - St. Clair Residence.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> James (mentioned), Kate Morgan, Callista Reed, Vi.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Thomas gets ready to head out the meet, asks Kate how she'd like to finish the night now.<br><br><hr><br>Well it seemed as the meeting came to a close it wasn't particularly a complete bust, Tom figured doing some sort of events for the hall at his places could scoot him some more money and new customers to his spots. Something to propose when things were a bit quieter, he made a mental note to propose such things to James at a later date. As Callista and Vi left, Tom smiled and raised his hand up to them in a wave and let them by before he got up himself, to Callista he briefly mentioned before she left; "A little house welcoming round yours would be lovely... I'll bring a bottle, I have an excellent source after all!" he chuckled as he spoke before having a little stretch.<br><br>He looked back to Kate, "Got plans, Ms. Morgan?" he smiled, extending a hand to lift her up from her seat. "I think with Greg and Yvonne over at his, either the party is now open to the grown-ups or we'll have a bit of an evening together, just the two of us..." he grinned, "Preferably I'd be open to both... Bit of a schmooze and maybe a... hot coffee round yours... If you'd like, of course..." he offered. He enjoyed the relaxed pace he held with Kate, feeling better to give options and go with the flow more than cementing things down. They both had their own lives they led, though he enjoyed spending time with her too.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 04:46:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Notices Terry and Aric, Spots Jake ahead <hr>Aaaannnnnnd it seemed not even a drink was going to work out. She tried... really tried... for about 30 seconds. At that point she simply rolled her eyes, turned on her heel and headed out. Why, oh why, hadn't they heeded the warning of that ever so helpful guy that had been leaving the party? She'd seen enough to know she wasn't feeling it. Especially after hearing that whatever adults had crashed the party were more than okay with it so long as they kept the volume down. That had just zapped what little allure the event had held instantly. It was officially some tame high school party. What was the point? <br><br><span style="font-family: courier new;" class="bbc_font">Copper, going to go fuck myself to sleep. Much better vibes. Ring me later if you don't get lucky or end up with whiskey dick. &lt;3</span><br><br>She wouldn't pull him away. Let him be with his people. Boys. Crew... Whatever. The night was still young and Desiree found she had an itch to scratch. She wasn't wrong that she would have been less bored at home but at the same time she really had no desire to be cooped up there either.<br><br>Stepping away from the party, Desi passed by a few bodies, one tall as all hell and the other quite dark. No names sprang to mind upon glancing their way so she figured she didn't know them and kept moving, contemplating the urge to pull out a joint from a hidden inner pocket in her jacket. Truthfully she preferred edibles since she didn't much care for the odor and the way it clung to clothes. It was the only reason she hesitated now though, her lighter made it into her hand. Her steps slowed and idly she sparked the lighter once, twice, but before she did so a third time, something made her look up and take notice of a figure further down the block. Was that...<br><br>Okay so there was no real way to tell who it was from this far back but her steps picked up, just fast enough to begin to close the distance slowly without actually seeming like she was running after anyone.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 05:10:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>The sound of someone calling out to him caught Jake's attention, causing him to pause for a moment.&nbsp; A gentle smile played out across his face.&nbsp; “Thanks bud, but I'm not drinking tonight.” He lied, lifting up the bottle of coke in his hands as if to show he had nothing to hide.<br><br>While he didn't know the guys, Jake didn't really feel like hanging around at the house.&nbsp; It seemed like a party that was far too wild and out there for the tastes of a man who enjoyed more laid back, low key kickbacks than the in-your-face get together that was taking place.&nbsp; The less reason he had to stay there, the better, in his mind.<br><br>And so Jake began to make the walk back up the street.&nbsp; He spotted Ms. Leighton walking along the opposite side of the street, and gave her a polite nod and wave, though he wasn't sure if she noticed or cared.&nbsp; His thoughts were moving to going back to his place, of getting comfortable in his underwear with a tumbler of whiskey as he did some photo editing on the computer, when the sound of footsteps behind him reached his ears.<br><br>Jake turned his head over his shoulder, spotting the sight of Desiree coming up behind him looking...&nbsp; Well...&nbsp; Looking damn good, he thought to himself.&nbsp; Jake slowed his steps, coming to a pause as he waited for her to catch up.&nbsp; “I wasn't expecting to see you here.” Jake said with a slightly cocky, amused smirk upon his face.&nbsp; “Must have been some party if you're walking out early, and alone at that.”<br><br>It was a challenge to keep his eyes from drifting to her bosom in the tight outfit, but he was thankful for that.&nbsp; Otherwise, he didn't know if he could resist staring at that ass in the outfit she had on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 05:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/98cfeeb8-367d-4e0d-8030-4d58169986e1_zpsoumvl20z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Savannah Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073369#msg13073369)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | The St. Clair Residence --&gt; Heading home<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Departing<hr><em>Dios mio, this was it?!</em><br><br>In her head there pulsed a strong urge to let off a string of rapid curses but Savannah only took a drink--not a sip, a drink. A big drink--of her wine. She'd come just so she'd be kept abreast of what was going on in Towering Pines but the room felt like a simmer just waiting to be tipped to a boil. There was tension there and she knew good and well where at least some of it came from but the rest... it was always anybodies guess just what drama was going on where at any given time. Savannah tried to stay out of it but it was difficult to do so. Especially in a neighborhood like this where everybody was always in everyone's business. She could only be thankful her ex-husband never bothered with these things. If he had she might have been far more than merely annoyed at the pointlessness. <br><br>She was good though. She kept to herself. She'd smiled and waved to Kate Morgan, and even sent waves toward Alex, Vi, and Delilah whenever she could catch their eye but other than that she'd kept her center. She'd just started working with a new age healer who was really helping her to understand that there was more that just negative energy and positive energy swirling about in the universe. Savannah had always been sensitive to that sort of thing but this, well she'd had her eyes opened to a whole new way of thinking. ...Something about her chi and avoiding blockage... she had the books at home on it all, but yes, she was working on herself and trying to be a beacon of positivity in their neighborhood.<br><br>Course, that only went so far. Once the meeting was called, Savannah made her apologies and slipped out. Heading back to her car she sent a text to Desiree but didn't expect anyone back anytime soon. Not if she was still out with Clark. Briefly she considered that the two might be at the party but that thought was quickly wiped from her brain. Her daughter, bless her heart, was more likely to be in the bed of some married man whose wife had been at the meeting she just left. She said a quick prayer and made a mental note to talk to Desi about balancing her Chi too, before hopping in her car and heading home.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Capone</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 13:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Name:</strong> Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong> Evening - Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aric, Jake, Desiree, Open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Leisurely stroll<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>“Thanks bud, but I'm not drinking tonight.” Terry lifted his own glass in salute as the well-dressed fellow revealed his (presumably) alcohol free beverage, giving a nod before turning back to his new companion... well, <em>almost</em> turning back. He did a bit of a double-take as he watched the girl from the entrance hastening to catch up with the bearded man, her skirt covering very little of her thighs and drawing all the attention to 'dat ass'. "Damn," he softly commented, nodding in approval as he turned back to the tall but baby-faced gentleman beside him.<br><br>"Black Grouse. Hard to find, but know a shop that keeps it in stock and pretty lax on checking IDs."<br><br>"Damn!" Terry commented again, snatching the offered flask immediately. He had only had Black Grouse once before. He and his band-mates purchased a bottle to celebrate their first successful performance together at some dive bar outside the College. Go big or go home, right? They were never able to bring themselves to purchase something so expensive again. Terry tipped his head back, taking maybe a half a shot's worth out of respect, letting the flavor sit on his tongue for a bit before welcoming the burn down his throat.<br><br>"Names Aric Vale. You get the 'things going sideways' vibe as well?"<br><br>Terry went to hand the flask back, but Aric's hands were now both occupied. So, he held the tumbler in one hand, flask in the other, looking like a silly alcoholic strutting down the suburban sidewalk.<br><br>"I dunno about going sideways," he shrugged. "More that I'm done with high school, I'm done with College, and hangin' around a bunch of kids where it's all new...." He crinkled his nose. "Been there, done it, not gonna try and relive it." His mind flashed back to the Jessica Rabbit, talking quite excitedly with the young men surrounding her, all gawking and vying for her attention.<br><br>"So how long you been in the neighborhood?" he continued. "That party may have been a cluster, but it doesn't mean we can't find someplace else to relax and drink and converse. I'd offer my place, but, um..." he reflected on his Uncle's more lax nature as of late, and the neglected state of his pool. "It's not guest ready." He nodded, taking another sip of his Buffalo Trace. The combination of whiskeys both warmed him, while simultaneously beginning to add a bit more of a skip to his step.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 13:35:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1b/19/db/1b19db28a90069c0e6d1f8490f3ff231.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Lucille "Luci" Boivin</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone, Thomas, James</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> HOA meeting</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Skeleton hands and a mini skirt (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/289671/search/black_skeleton_hand_print_tulle_panel_layer_dress_ca0777_choi_dresses_4.jpg?1444598230)</li></ul><hr><br>There was only one chair left. Which was next to a rather sweet looking guy, who went ahead and invited her to the spot. Giving a nod, she sat next to him. The meeting was almost too short. As if the man knew no one wanted to be there. Especially with a party next store. Hell, Luci had the urge to leave and go to the party herself. Crossing her legs, the tulle bit of her skirt road up her thigh slightly and then hung down. Her face clearly showed she gave not a single fuck what anyone in the room thought about her. Cherry lipstick and deep eyeliner and eye shadow made her young face a little older. Her skin looked smooth however, which she worked hard to achieve.<br><br>Once the meeting came to an end, people almost rushed out. Luci rolled her eyes. This guy didn't seem that bad, and he obviously got enough votes to win. Someone here had to vote for him...so why were they all being kinda assholeish? Luci had a moment of regret for buying a house in a drama filled neighborhood. Then again, the neighborhood was beautiful....and her house was gorgeous. Giving a small sigh, a small bit of air puffed out of her lips, as she stood up. Not even bothering to say hi to anyone...she just moved in. She would get to know them soon enough.<br><br>Walking up to James, she tried to offer a smile. It came out a little creepy as her red lips looked like it was almost dipped in blood or paint. "Thanks for inviting me. I know I'm brand new, but it's nice to see most of my neighbors. You said something about a neighborhood center? How much would you need in total?" She asked curiously; she may not look it....but Luci was actually quiet smart. Not just anyone could make millions on youtube.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 14:05:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, Kpop girls, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Drinking young adults under the table.....like a responsible adult &gt;.&lt;</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course! All that I have the power to provide is yours." he said.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>If only this boy knew what he could provide her. Yvonne had been in a sexless marriage for too long, even just a naked chest made her squirm. Still, as the German lad spoke, it made her toes curl. Good god, if that boy stripped completely, she might just loose it. It didn't help that the German's eyes practically asked for it. Her lips parted slightly and she licked her lips.<br><br>Maybe coming to this party might have been a bad idea. Especially now when the liquor was warming her up and not just in a "I feel warm temperature wise" kinda warm.&nbsp; It was a "I'm getting a little horny" kinda warm. Biting her lip, she focused on the young guys around her. Her eyes flickered and met Shane's. Yvonne had a sneaking thought....maybe fantasy....that the cute football guy next store had a crush on her. A few times she caught him looking over at her house. One time she purposely sunbathed naked....knowing his eyes where on her made her tingle.<br><br>However, he hadn't made a move at all. So, she chalked it up to the fact she wasn't having sex and she wanted someone to look at her body with hunger and a bulge. While she was sure James found her at least a little attractive, he didn't look at her like that any more. Not the way these young ones looked at her. It made her want to show off. Make their hungry eyes eat her naked form. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 14:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Name: Shane Eames<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Josh, Yvonne, Tim, Clark, and anyone in the vicinity<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)<br><br>Josh has just been challenged. For any other guy at this party trading a drink for a peek at their johnson would be a no brainer. Josh is cut from a different cloth. A decent kid who's almost too sweet and shy for his own good. If someone was taking bets right now, Shane Eames would bet it all on Josh backing down. It is a bit intimidating. These four girls have been cruising the party like predatory sharks since they're arrival, and it seems they do most EVERYTHING together. This means whomever wins their golden ticket better have both game and stamina because it's a ride that could last all night.<br><br>Those four Korean girls are smoking hot...a feast for any male eyes...but Shane's eyes always wandered back to the same place. That flame colored hair and those fiery eyes lit a fire deep inside that burned for her more than ever. The way that latex dress hung on her curves was a dare to every man in the vicinity, and her perfume is both scandalous and intoxicating all at once. The difference tonight was something most people wouldn't recognize. Her smile. She is friendly enough out and about. Always smiling, always nice to others, but tonight was a different kind of smile. The difference is that she looks likes she is having a good time.<br><br><em>"Alright Clark...let's see if I can make this work."</em> He thinks to himself as he boldly walks over to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mrs. St. Clair you are quite the multi tasker." He says trying to seem all cool and casual. "You make hearts aflutter at the Home Owners Association meeting, and now here you are. I'm flattered you stopped in.I'd kick myself if I hadn't seen your outfit tonight..it really pops with your hair..and your eyes." Ironically he has trouble making eye contact with her. "Another beer...or a mixed drink perhaps?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLaughingOne</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 17:20:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Name: Aric Vale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070356#msg13070356)<br>Time &amp; Location: Evening | Eames Residence<br>Tagging: Terry<br>Content: Discussion of drink, and options.<br><br>Aric chuckled as Terry took up the flask and savored the drink while Aric gnashed away at his pizza and nodded, "Fair nough, it was getting a little.." he shrugged and shifted his shoulders back and forth with a contemplative look on his face then shrugged. He gave a parting wave to Jake and continued on, finishing off the slice of pizza before holding out his hand for the flask again, the scotch had a ncie way of setting off the pineapple, canadian bacon, and black olives he had always thought. Taking a slow sip he savored the taste and tingle before swallowing it down and recapped the flask hiding it away in one of the many pockets of his shorts. A nice solid buzzing feeling moving through him from the beer and drink as he contemplated Terrys suggestion.. "You know.. I think i might know a good spot. Hot tub sound fair enough?" He grinned and started leading Terry off towards Desmond Drive (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264911.msg13083781#msg13083781).<br><br>"You know you still havent said your name." he grinned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 17:35:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://eatsleepkpop.weebly.com/uploads/7/2/6/0/7260199/ls1_orig.jpg)</div><em><strong>Names:</strong> Emi, Ami, Umi, and Keiko<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane, Yvonne, Josh (and others)</em><br><br>Keiko watched while Shane approached, eying him up while the other three were still pestering Josh to drink and flash. She cocked her head, and watched the interaction between the two, then swayed over next to Shane. Holding up a finger to Yvonne in a, "wait a minute," gesture, she turned and handed the Dixie cup in her hand to Shane. She smiled, winked at Yvonne, and said, in clear English with a slight Valley Girl accent, "Drink this, and show all of us your package." <br><br>She looked lazily over at Yvonne and said, "You still haven't 'paid' for <em>your</em> drink, either..." Her eyes tracked up and down the latex dress that Yvonne was wearing, and added, "although I think it'd be a little difficult for you to just <em>flash</em> something." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 18:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake | Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>Desiree saw the guy up ahead of her glance back and the very vague sense of recognition doubled despite being in the dark and unable to clearly see his features. That he slowed, then stopped and didn't make her chase are him earned him instant points. Though it turned out to be unnecessary as she realized the guy was actually Jake. Corbin's friend. Well damn.<br><br>She didn't require a full body scan to reacquaint her with the knowledge of just how well put together Jake was. To be quite honest, way back when, it had been a genuine toss up between him and Corbin as to who she'd wanted to fuck. Okay, greedy little her had wanted them both but Corbin had made the first move and the rest was history. She'd never taken Jake for a test drive after that. It hadn't been out of some silly idea of codes or misplaced honor but rather because Corbin had taught her rather soundly that guys her age just plain sucked. They were good for an orgasm or three, sure, but only if you had the time and inclination to properly train them. Desi had yet to meet a male worth all that. <br><br>Still, she was bored and she got along with Jake okay. Plus he was easy on the eyes and at just about the right level to either encourage or discourage the devious urges beginning to blossom within her. <br><br>"I definitely wasn't expecting to see you. Corbin didn't drag you along to troll for hookers?" Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she couldn't resist tossing out at least one barb at Corbin's expense. They got along okay still, but the occasional dig just seemed to be par for the course with them. "That party was a god awful mess and there was no one I wanted to lure out of there." Not actually true but she wouldn't pout now. Especially not to Jake. "Come to think of it, what are you doing here? Nothing better to do? Or are you actually trolling?" If so she was about to put a serious kink in those plans. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 19:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>A grin broke out across his face, his eyes glancing down the street towards the St. Clair house.&nbsp; “I think he's trolling for moms, actually.” Jake responded.<br><br>He had no reason to lie to her about Corbin, or why they were there.&nbsp; Only vaguely was he aware of some of the details of the relationship between the two, facts and tidbits shared over beers and just general banter.&nbsp; That they were broken up wasn't lost in his thoughts, but out of respect he kept his distance.&nbsp; It wasn't like he didn't desire her though.&nbsp; You'd be hard pressed to find any guy who didn't want a beautiful, sexy woman like Desiree.&nbsp; <br><br>“I was in the neighborhood for stuff.” He said, carefully choosing to avoid just what sort of work he was doing and for whom.<br><br>Jake prided himself on his ability to keep a secret, especially when it came to his art.&nbsp; Some women paid for his confidence, not wanting anyone to know about what sort of pictures he had taken and of who.&nbsp; But it was no secret of what sort of photos he shot, an open secret that came and went with him.<br><br>“It sounded like fun.&nbsp; Thought I'd check it out, see what kind of fun I could get into over there...&nbsp; But I felt like I was at a kid's party.&nbsp; I'd rather go to a grown up party and do adult things.”<br><br>Walk you home?” Jake asked.&nbsp; “Or you know of a better party around?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 19:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake | Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>"Mmm... stuff, huh?" Desi's brow arched as she regarded him but she relented, nodding a bit. "Alright, keep your secrets. For now." She was aware of what he did of course and could appreciate that he was someone who knew the value of discretion. Even if part of her wanted to poke and prod and see if she could loose those secrets from his lips. It wasn't a personal thing, but rather a curious trait she'd had forever. She liked holding her own secrets but had a hard time letting others hold on to theirs. Too many bad ones popping up to bite folks in the ass she supposed. <br><br>"I agree. Grown ups and <em>adult</em> things are much more my speed." The care and precision she'd taken with the words seemed to emphasize them as they rolled off her tongue, the curve of her lips and the look she slanted him only adding to the overall impression. Was she flirting? Possibly but not overtly so or with a clear purpose in mind. Not yet.<br><br>Her nose crinkled at the suggestion of going home. Had that been her intent she'd have gladly let him walk her and continue to struggle to keep his eyes off her, but she wasn't ready to call it a night just yet and. So instead she gave a small shake of her head, "I'm not sure about anyone else's parties, to be honest." She hadn't heard anything but then most of her other friends were back on campus. "Buuuut ... If you're up for it I'm sure between the two of us we could probably start one of our own?" She shot him a questioning look as she turned and started to take a step in the direction they'd both been headed. "Hell, even if it was just you and me it'd be better than that other kiddie nonsense."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 20:37:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>There was a hint of something in her voice, a flirtatious note that could have been debatable.&nbsp; The way she spoke, the way she had those luscious lips wrapped around each word that came from her.&nbsp; Was she flirting with him?&nbsp; It was hard to say, so strategically worded, spoken just the right way, and Jake liked that.<br><br>Down at the party, there would have been girls who flirted shamelessly, who would have made their intentions and desires known in a way that was off-putting and undesirable.&nbsp; It took a woman, like Desiree, to flirt the way he liked it, the kind of flirting that left a little doubt in mind, that strung you along on a little bit of a chase for the truth.<br><br>“I'm sure we could find a bit of fun between the two of us.” Jake said, moving in the same direction right behind her, unafraid to let his eyes linger upon the sway of her bottom with every step she took.<br><br>His eyes wandered about the neighborhood, the quietness of the area that had settled the further and further away they were from the parties.&nbsp; Here and there were houses with lights on, with it's inhabitants enjoying a quiet night in, as well as some that had no lights on at all, devoid of any signs of life inside.<br><br>It was at one such house that Jake came to a pause, his eyes peering over the side fence into the back yard, and the glow of the pool light against the trees.&nbsp; He had no idea who lived there, whose house it was, or when they would be back.&nbsp; But the thought of sneaking in, of living a little as he had so often been advised, was an intriguing thought not easily dismissed<br><br>“Feel like taking a little dip?” He asked, nodding to the gate that led into the backyard and pool beyond.&nbsp; "A real pool party."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 20:41:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mens-hairstyle.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/12.Zac-Efron-Hair.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence<br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Sports coat, dress shirt, slacks and shoes <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alex, Gavin, Delilah&nbsp; <hr> <br><br>"Business is good, I think I have established this neighborhood is mine." Corbin shared while he deflected Alex's little jab and pivoted into a similiar topic. He had slowly shifted into a less active role, he had a few guys working for him now and he mostly oversaw the operations of the business he had taken over in the past year. He knew she was not commenting about that but he was making small talk to kill some time. Corbin still personally serviced a few pools but they had to be some of his favorite customers. <br><br>"That sounds much better than this?" He asked, the party kicking off across the street quickly gave itself away. Someone had made a big mistake or they just wanted some attention, who would set up a party in the same block as an HoA meeting? <em>Amatuers,</em> Corbin thought to himself before Alex's ex-husband was called out for the noise going on and he had to go put a stop to it or be written up? He wasn't sure what HoA authority meant but it seemed to not a whole lot according to Alex's and the general vibe he was feeling by a few people at the meeting. <br><br>Delilah's arrival held most of his attention even as the HoA president began to speak. She was carrying those damn cookies but didn't comment even if he narrowed his eyes at her while she greeted Alex and settled next to her. Once the cookies were offered he tilted his head to look her way. "Ohh now I get a cookie?" He asked but quickly grabbed a little bundle of them before she changed her mind! <br><br>The meeting quickly wrapped up and people began to leave. Delilah huffed and walked away annoyed and he was glad it was not his doing for once. The old shut in passed and made a comment about his pool but it was ignored as the old man was on the scheudle he knew it. "So, about that meeting?" Corbin asked as he opened the package of cookies and took a bite of one. <em>Fuck these are some good cookies!&nbsp; </em><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 22:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>"Sounds like a plan then." <br><br>Jake's agreement made her smile as she strolled along before him and she imagined she could feel his gaze on her. The urge to glance back and see was there but she ignored it. She didn't need confirmation, Desiree was sure that even if he wasn't looking he wanted to, and that was enough for her. The tiniest of seeds was all it took after all. Should she choose to pay attention to it there was no doubt she could get it to grow. <br><br>The silence that settled between them briefly was easy enough. Dark eyes scanned the neighborhood that at times felt like a giant fishbowl, roaming over lawns manicured within an inch of their lives, and pretty houses that sheltered some of the most fucked up people she'd ever known. For a moment she considered asking Jake what it was he saw when he looked at the seemingly quiet rows of large, sprawling homes, but that was potentially more heavy than she wanted to get just now. She was looking for fun, a distraction. A release. Being the "Perfect Princess" took more work than most would assume. She was ready for a break--however short lived. <br><br>It was the lack of footsteps to echo hers that brought her up short. Stopping, Desi turned to spot Jake's detour, wondering just what idea he'd gotten in that mysterious head of his. <br><br><em>“Feel like taking a little dip?”</em> She followed his nod and retraced a few steps to move closer to his position. <em>"A real pool party."</em><br><br>"Sure. I mean, I had sooo been looking forward to a nice refreshing swim." She had not but that little detail wasn't important. Moving toward the gate he'd nodded to, she reached up, even going up on tiptoe to flick open the latch. She had no idea whose house this was but that detail wasn't important to her just now either. Years of silently wreaking havoc and slipping around unnoticed had taught Desiree quite a bit about quite a lot. What pertained most to this point in time though was the fact that most people in this area tended to fall into one of two categories: those who were super paranoid and went high tech security and/or heavy duty locks on <em>everything</em> or those who apparently didn't know what locks were at all. Apparently the owner of this particular house fell under the latter category. <br><br>"Ah, here we go." She pushed the gate open and lowered back down to stand evenly, peering into the yard to make sure there were no obvious surprises waiting for them. "Though... now that I think about it, I'm afraid I forgot my swimsuit," she started to step through and slanted an impish glance back at him as she added, "I hope that's not gonna be a problem?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-03-2017, 23:51:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way sidewalk<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree, briefly talks to Terry, waves to Violet<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Jake followed suit, stepping in behind as Desi approached the gate.&nbsp; Putting trust in her familiarity with the neighborhood, he was more than happy to listen and take not of her thoughts and reservations.&nbsp; But such worries and protests never came, and so Jake followed, keeping his eyes peeled at the darkened windows of the house for any signs of movement inside.<br><br>It seemed like something fun, something different in his mind, sneaking out into some stranger's back yard pool.&nbsp; Different than sneaking into her house, or out in his car, better than dealing with Delilah or Savannah if they caught either of them in the act.&nbsp; And it was exciting, he had to admit, to trespass and do something risky, dangerous, with the ever present risk of getting caught by people neither of them knew.<br><br>When Desi admitted the lack of a suit, Jake had grinned.&nbsp; “I'll try to not jizz myself.” He teased as he stepped further into the backyard.&nbsp; <br><br>His bottle of bourbon and coke was placed down by the edge of the pool, his hands beginning to attack his clothes, unfastening button after button, tossing his shirt away that began to grow into a pile of clothes and belongings.&nbsp; <br><br>“Hope you don't mind.” He warned, before shoving the boxer-briefs down his athletic thighs to stand naked for only a moment.<br><br>He sat on the edge of the pool, sinking in to the warm, heated pool with a sigh of content satisfaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 00:57:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Leaving Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>Desi laughed at Jake's reply to her little admission. "I hope so. No need to spoil my fun right away." She half murmured, unconcerned whether he heard her or not. <br><br>The gate was closed behind them, mostly so they could at least hear if someone else came in that way and because it would just look less odd from the street. However, beyond that and a last look around to be sure nothing was about to jump out at them, Desiree decided things were about as secure as they were going to get. Which wasn't very but she liked that. She'd already decided she couldn't let tonight go by without testing Jake at least a little bit and the idea of be caught in any act she chose to commit always gave her the most delicious little thrill. <br><br>Her jacket came off easily, sliding down her arms as she moved around the edge of the pool toward a set of chairs. Her eyes were on Jake across the lit pool as he began shedding his clothes like they offended him. It made her chuckle as she watched him, a glint of purely feminine appreciation appearing as she got a good look at him. When he warned her of his intent, her only response was to smile and shrug a single shoulder, her lashes lifting as he pushed his underwear down and off, not a single ounce of shame in him. She liked that. If he'd have been overly cocky about it she'd have rolled her eyes but the sort of matter of factness about him was... refreshing. Sexy.<br><br>If he hadn't picked up on it already though, there wasn't a shy bone in Desiree's body. So while she didn't rush to throw her clothes off, there wasn't even an ounce of hesitation once Jake had started to get into the pool. Admittedly there was less of it to get through so it didn't take long to get to the point where she began to work her dress up and over the flare of her hips, baring her behind quite on purpose. Turning away from the pool she shed that last article and set it aside. Her panties--which were little more than a small swatch of black cloth--remained for the time being but as she hadn't worn a bra beneath the off the shoulder dress she'd been wearing, well, that one piece was hardly any sort of obstacle. Her arm did come down to hide the hardness of her nipples from view but that really had nothing to do with any sort of attempt at modesty. <br><br>"Thank god its heated," she purred as she dipped a toe in to test the water. Sure now that she wasn't going to end up shivering just from getting in, Desi paused for a second, checked the depth, then with a shrug simply jumped in.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Black sleeveless t-shirt, faded khaki combats.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Shane, Yvonne, Josh, J-pop girls, open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Helping Shane. For some value of helping.<br><br>&nbsp;Clark followed Shane at a little distance, cocking his head thoughtfully at the footballer's efforts. Not bad, communicated okay. He looked over Yvonne to try and judge her reaction, but couldn't get a read. "Hey Missus St Clair." He said with a nod, chuckling as the asian girls expanded their efforts. Before they could catch him, he slipped around the group to pour four small cups of some lurid liquor. Looked like neon, smelled of candy. Holding them together he returned to the group, slipping in between Shane and Josh.<br><br>&nbsp;"Girls! Sorry I haven't picked up your names yet, but I thought I should warn you. If you ask for flashes now, you might find things terribly boring! It takes a while for a party to warm up, don't you think? If you want the drinks you've handed out to hold real value..." He held out the four cups as a block. "Maybe you should earn some drinks first?" He winked.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Jake didn't hide his attention to her body as she peeled away the form fitting dress of an outfit she had upon her body.&nbsp; It was a quiet appreciation, a look that didn't have him salivating like some teenage boy in heat trying to get a taste of anything in relief.<br><br>It was a look that drank in every inch of her body, that gently savored the appealing sexiness of her body.&nbsp; Where the night was going, what would happen, Jake didn't know, nor did he care.&nbsp; Just getting a chance to let his eyes take her in, be in her presence, was immensely satisfying.<br><br>Almost as satisfying as the fact she hadn't stripped all the way down.&nbsp; That in itself, the leaving of her underwear on, made her more appealing than she already was in his eyes.&nbsp; The contrast of the black fabric against her flesh, as it dipped between her legs, left little to the imagination, but just enough to only further spike one's interest.<br><br>How he yearned for that body of hers, to feel those sensual curves in his hands, to cup that beautiful ass while he played with those hard little nipples that just begged to be played with.<br><br>Jake could feel his member stirring, but did not bother to try and hide it under the waters.<br><br>“Well, I think it's safe to say, this isn't how I expected my evening to go tonight.” He admitted, reaching for his bottle to take a pull of the mixed drink.&nbsp; “But I've got to admit, I'm pretty damn happy with the way things have turned out so far.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 01:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>Name:&nbsp; Shane Eames<br>Time / Location:&nbsp; Evening, Eames Residence<br>Content: Answering the Challenge<br>Tagging: Clark, K-pop quintet, Tim, The Lovely Yvonne, Josh, and anyone else there<br><br><br>Shane looks at Reiko with a face that screams 'are you kidding me?'. These girls are coming to Shane's home and challenging him in a game of flash the goods? What's even worse is the gauntlet was laid down in front of Yvonne St. Clair. He'll give it to this foursome, they have stones, but you can't roll into a man's home, drop a challenge, and expect him to chicken out. Some guys might back down, but this defensive captain is a leader and an example for the Towering Pines Lumberjacks. Being timid simply isn't his nature. <br><br>He looks at each of the young ladies and strips off his Lumberjacks shirt, wadding it up and tossing to Emi. Being a football player means lots of exercise and conditioning. He is in excellent shape and just to rub it in a little he flexes his pecs, making them bounce and twitch just a little before turning around. He pulls down his trunks so they can feast their eyes on an ass that is high school 'All American', then finally turns and drops his trunks like he's about to get a physical from the team doctor. That, like the rest of his muscled frame, is impressive with all the manscaping that makes a woman's time a little more pleasant. The challenge doesn't earn the young woman a two second flash. He literally flaunts it in front of her. A nonverbal dickslap for daring to challenge him in his own home. <br><br>"Do I pass inspection?" He says casually as he pulls up his trunks. "100% High School All American who faces all challenges on...and off the field."<br><br>He takes his well earned drink and downs it in a few gulps. It was about then that he realized Mrs. St. Clair just watched the whole thing. He steals a glance in her direction once the drink is gone and hopes she isn't looking at him all aghast. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 02:32:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>Desi let her herself sink briefly under the surface of the water then rose to stand fully, slicking her hair back from her face. The grin on her lips widened as she began sliding through the warm water, moving closer to Jake and even giving a small splash in his direction. <br><br>"I'd like to think I had something to do with that so thanks," she teased. "Though, if I'm being honest, I'd say my night got an upgrade or two as well. Then again, I'd known to keep my expectations low in the first place when a high school party right across from Mr. St. Tightass and his control meeting was mentioned." She shrugged and slid right on up to the wall beside Jake.<br><br>Crossing her arms, she leaned forward to rest her chin atop her arms and tilted her head to gaze up at Jake, her legs shifting slightly beneath her since resting this way meant her feet didn't have to touch the bottom. Though the press of the tile against her was a little cooler than the water. "You know, you never did actually answer my question. About what you were doing here I mean." She shook her head and waved away any sort of objection, laughter already in her voice. "I don't mean if you were working or not or the party. More like why you weren't off playing wingman for your boy. I thought that's how you two roll?" <br><br>Desi really didn't know. She was friendly enough with Jake but Corbin had always been the link between them. She honestly didn't know all that much about him or about the particulars of his relationship with the guy. It didn't really matter to her anyway. She was simply making conversation despite the urge to do anything but. Especially as her thigh brushed against his once, and then again, her legs still slowly moving beneath the water. And of course she didn't shy away from it, the contact, but neither did she offer a comment or visible reaction even she wanted more. Instead she lifted a hand toward his bottle. "Care to share?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 03:12:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Slacks, dark dress shirt with sleeves rolled up<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>“My boy.” Jake said with a slight chuckle.<br><br>He felt as if he were approaching uneasy territory in the conversation with Desi.&nbsp; Already, he had to admit, it was slightly uncomfortable, but to talk about the other guy only brought it out into the light.<br><br>Jake was well aware of the fact that Desi and Corbin had tried the dating thing, and that it didn't quite work out.&nbsp; Whatever the reasons that might have broken them apart, Jake didn't know.&nbsp; It wasn't his place to ask, and wasn't about to inquire in business that wasn't his to be a part of.&nbsp; <br><br>The bottle was passed over, his gaze lingering upon her breasts in the water, as well as the brushing of her thigh against his.<br><br>“Corbin does his thing, I do my thing.&nbsp; We aren't butt buddies or anything like that.&nbsp; Frat brothers.&nbsp; Eskimo brothers.&nbsp; Might have teamed up in the past.” Jake said, a smirk on his face.&nbsp; “But he's got his thing, I got my thing.”<br><br>His gaze lingered upon her for a moment longer.&nbsp; “Like, I don't know how you two are done.&nbsp; I'd be all over you, trying to get you back.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 03:41:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>Desi wasn't the slightest big uncomfortable with bringing up Corbin. Not one little bit. What had passed between then had been intensely physical, flaring hot and then cooling rather quickly the moment she realized he couldn't be satisfied. It had ended before she'd gotten made a fool of, thankfully, but there was still some small part of her that had been hurt by the way things had turned not. Not that she'd ever admit it. <br><br>Besides, that was long dead and tonight really had nothing to do with the fucker anyhow. Desi's gaze had settled on Jake and thus far he'd proven to be worth her time. Now she'd see if he was worth the energy.<br><br>She had to raise up slightly to take the bottle and drink from it. The burn felt good. Almost as good as the feel of Jake's eyes on her. She knew he liked what he saw, she wasn't blind or the oblivious sort. And damn if his words weren't just right on point for the night as well.<br><br>She took another drink and reached out again, though this time it was to sit the bottle down behind him. The move pushed her across his body though she didn't make contact until that last moment when she actually set the bottle down. Right away his warmth pressed into her as she did her best to make sure the bottle didn't tip, and she shivered. "Hmmm, would you now?" She questioned before pushing back out of his space to settle beside him again, this time facing the open water so that her breasts bobbed enticingly without anything to block his view.<br><br>"We just... want different things, is all." she answered vaguely, brushing that unpleasantness away. In fact, Desi immediately cut her eyes up at the photographer and smirked. "But aren't you just the charmer there. If I didn't know better I'd have said you were trying to run game on me, Jake. But you wouldn't do that... would you?" 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 03:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>She was teasing him in a way that was meant to draw out his desire, and Jake had to admire that.&nbsp; He wasn't dealing with some girl who was easy or just looking for a quick fuck.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and wanted her partner to work for what they wanted.<br><br>“Oh I mean every thing I say.” Jake said with a serious nod.&nbsp; “I've got no reason to lie to you.&nbsp; If I wanted to run a game on someone, I'd have stayed back at that high school party.”<br><br>A grin broke out across his face from beneath the beard.&nbsp; “Besides, I think you want me.” Jake said, moving to stand up a bit from the slightly crouched posture, the water running in rivets down his athletic body.&nbsp; “I don't think I've ever gotten someone's panties so wet before.”<br><br>He teased, running a wet hand through his hair.&nbsp; “I want to do many things to you, but running around and playing games like that isn't one of them.” He said.&nbsp; “That's not me.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 05:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>Of all the people she'd met in her short lifetime, Jake was perhaps both one of the easiest and most difficult for her to read. He was so polite, so laid back in manner and generally easy going but with the flair of... well, something that almost seemed old fashioned--though not to the point that it made him a prude or a stick in the mud. His motivations were entirely his own but what came with that was a sort of frankness that could not be denied. If there was a ulterior motive to Jake's words, Desiree could not detect it, and it was enough to keep her from getting too comfortable or taking the situation entirely for granted. She had her own aims, harmless enough for the night, but while she thought they aligned well with Jake's own there was no way for her to be certain.<br><br>It kept her on edge. Made what could have been easy and of little consequence, seem much more risky.<br><br>It made her want him even more.<br><br>From those shoulders, to those lickable abs, well defined arms, and hands that seemed more than capable of holding her in place, of squeezing. Molding... ugh. The desire had crept up on her, borne of a need to slip her self imposed bounds for a while, but when it came it hit her hard. Forced her to take a deeper breath and let it ease out between her lips. Though she'd scarcely accomplished that before his teasing words set in and she was laughing.<br><br>"Nice. Real nice." She laughed again, the sound genuine if a little surprised. She didn't bother to confirm his words though, he'd know the answer well enough without her to offer a verbal agreement. It was in the look she gave him, her eyes looking first to his but then tracing down over his body, watching the rivulets of water that cascaded down his skin as her laughter faded. <br><br>"So playing games isn't you. Okay. I can buy that." She leaned her head back, not yet ready to simply give in, and watched him from beneath heavy lids. "So then what is you? What is it you want to do, Jake? Right now. Tell me?"<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 05:25:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Jake chuckled softly.&nbsp; “What do I want...”<br><br>There was amusement, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction, that Jake took from her words, his eyes feasting upon her tiny, little reactions.&nbsp; The deep breath she took.&nbsp; The little laugh.&nbsp; The look behind those heavily lidded eyes that spoke of such deep lust and desire.&nbsp; <br><br>For a moment he chewed over the question, and debated just what he wanted to say, just how honest he wanted to be with her.&nbsp; He had been raised to be a gentleman, to be respectful and polite, mannerisms that had been ingrained in his everyday life and personality.&nbsp; Being vulgar, being explicit, were so often contained to only his thoughts, and the dark little playground that it could so often be.<br><br>Desiree deserved the truth.&nbsp; There was no doubt in his mind that if he lied, if he tried some tactful and respectful way with words to describe what he wanted, she'd call him out on it.<br><br>“I want to feel inside of you.” He said, his voice calm and steady, a quiet confidence.&nbsp; <br><br>“I want to take you right here and now.&nbsp; I want to bend you over the edge of the pool and give that ass of yours the worship it deserves.&nbsp; I want to hold your throat, and feel your breathe while I thrust in and out of you.”<br><br>His eyes darkened, a seriousness coming about him.&nbsp; “Even if it's just for a little bit, I want to make you mine.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpguy37</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 05:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m00a0t0JTI1qjkv6oo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Josh Bagley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13072274#msg13072274)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tim, Yvonne, KPop Quartet, all present at pool party<br><strong>Content</strong>: Getting tipsy<br><br><hr><br>Josh was stunned as the Asian hottie approached him and handed him the cup.&nbsp; Her request made his jaw drop.&nbsp; For a long moment he just stood there with the cup, eyes darting around to the crowd that had gathered.&nbsp; He watched Yvonbe down her drink and seem to enjoy it.&nbsp; Tim's enthusiastic pats on the back and urging him in gave him a little more confidence.&nbsp; He blushed, looking around again at the number of eyes on him.&nbsp; He already had some liquid courage coursing through him, and he felt rather invincible at the moment.<br><br>"Well, you only live once, right?"&nbsp; He brought the cup to his lips and drank it down.&nbsp; He shivered, feeling the burning heat of the alcohol immediately.&nbsp; It was like a furnace lit up inside of him.&nbsp; He gulped down a lungful of air after finishing the cup, dazed and flying high from the string liquor.&nbsp; He grinned, almost bashfully at the Koren girl and tugged at the drawstring of his bathing suit.&nbsp; "Wow! That is some drink!&nbsp; Just a peek, right?" <br><br>He pulled back his suit, young cock flopping out.&nbsp; Like the rest of his body his nether regions were clean shaven, to help with water resistance when swimming.&nbsp; He let it hang out for a long moment, eyes meeting the girls, then each of her friends.&nbsp; It twitched in the chill air, Josh feeling excited at all the eyes on him.&nbsp; After what seemed like a million heartbeats he tucked it back in, meeting Yvonne's gaze as he did.&nbsp; He blushed furiously as party goers hooted and cheered at him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 06:20:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, Kpop girls, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Deem Tata's!</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>So many things happened at once. Two gorgeous young men showed their young cock and it made her pant softly. Her eyes turned dark and she couldn't help but lick her lips thinking about their now covered bits. Her eyes went up, she shivered a little from pleasure. A look of lust on her face. However, as both boys looked at her, she actually blushed every so slightly. <br><br>Her eyes slid over to the girls and raised a brow. Her dress only basically had a strap covering her breasts. Smirking, she teasingly started to unzip the zipper that actually held the dress together...which was on her hip/thigh oddly enough. Only pausing where she could unhook the zipper, a small peak of her very lacy undies showed before she zipped it back. The booze made her giggle as eyes devoured her shapely thighs. "Oh girls, go look up my name and you can see all of me," she purred before chuckling and grabbing the left strap and let on breast free for a moment.<br><br>It hardened as eyes looked over the nipple and she swallowed a moan. Just these gorgeous men looking at her....looking at here with hungry eyes almost made her cream herself. Biting her lower lip, she watched the faces of the young men as they looked at her one uncovered breast. Giving an evil little smirk, she covered it back up. "You will have to give more than just a drink to see more," her voice purred again as she flirted.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 06:34:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://eatsleepkpop.weebly.com/uploads/7/2/6/0/7260199/ls1_orig.jpg)</div><em><strong>Names:</strong> Emi, Ami, Umi, and Keiko<br><strong>Location:</strong> Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shane, Yvonne, Josh (and others)</em><br><br>While the threesome of Emi, Ami, and Umi were ogling Josh and Shane letting their beasts loose momentarily (and cheering), Keiko grinned at Yvonne's show. "I'll admit," she said cheerily, "I didn't think you had it in you." She cocked her head, looking at the two boys, then added, "I guess you still don't... yet." <br><br>She rejoined her teammates, and the four strutted away, with Emi stopping briefly to slide one hand down Josh's pants, fondling his package momentarily before skittering away to catch up to the other three. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 06:41:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Catching up... <hr>She made it a question. A request. Part of her had thought he'd simply play it off or else deflect the nature of her question based upon her previous interactions with him, but he surprised her. Shocked her. Excited her.<br><br>It wasn't as if his words were the most bold or blatant thing she'd ever had spoken to her. Desiree herself could have a downright filthy mouth under the right circumstances so she was hardly scandalized by hearing him speak such things aloud. However, it was the way in which he delivered them. The confidence there had her breath catching and things reacting low in her body. Her nipples tingled, tightened, and she could only bite down on her lower lip as her eyes stayed with his, held by the sheer eroticism contained in just those few moments. <br><br>It was a new experience, to find herself captured by someone so close to her age. Usually her interests among her own age group strayed to those over which she felt a certain amount of control. With Jake that assumption went out the window and she found she didn't care. She wanted know if he could do it, because hearing him speak it was hard to maintain any sort of doubt, but could he really? Could take her? Own her? Make her his even if just for the night?<br><br>Desiree seemed to consider him for a long moment after his words ended, his voice fading to give way to the quiet of the night and gentle sounds of water sloshing against skin as she finally planted her feet and pushed away from the wall. <br><br>"That's quite a tall order there, Jake," she challenged as she stopped before him, not touching even briefly this time. "Normally I'd just leave you to it. The wanting, I mean. Let you wonder, let you imagine until you couldn't stand it anymore. But I admit I'm curious." See she could play it straight. Could be honest. "I want to know if you can back up those words. But because I like you, I'll warn you that it could just as easy go the other way. I'm not the easy sort and just as much as you want to make me yours, I feel inclined to make you mine..." She grinned up at him and left the choice to him this one time. It was the least she could do for a friend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 07:24:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane, K-pop<br><strong>Content</strong>: Lo and behold<br><br><hr><br>Fate it seemed had regulated Tim to wingman and cheerleader, and he would have time to be bitter that the hot Asian girls hadn't wanted anything from him. Right now he was too busy to do anything but lead cheers for both Shane and Josh, hand out celebratory high fives and beers, and observe locker room rules for where his hands and eyes should be.<br><br>All that stopped as Yvonne started to unzip her dress.<br><br>Frozen in mid high five his eyes were glued to the tantalizing spectacle of Yvonne undoing her dress while glancing at his two friends baring it all, and while he wasn't eager to flash his cock to the crowd there was one set of eyes he wouldn't have minded at all. He had been completely taken in by her performance, really thinking she was going to take the dress off, but when she stooped short and flashed her breast his eyes locked on to it, wanting to see every second of its presence.<br><br>When that was over and the girls walked away with their parting grope to Josh he returned to his friend and slapped him on the back. "Good! Good! I think they like you, ya?" he said, giving his friend another beer and glancing back at Yvonne.<br><br>He grinned at her and couldn't help himself. "You should not say things like that Madam President. It only makes us want to keep giving things to you." he said, and then offered with a sly smile. "Would you like another drink?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 07:33:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>He had listened to her in silence, intent on soaking in each and every word from her lips.&nbsp; In that long moment Jake knew she was sizing it up, debating what to do, whether to take control or give in.<br><br>Often he had been in similar circumstances, and often with women of a bit more mature age.&nbsp; In a neighborhood such as this, with older women seemingly intent on gaining control of their lives and their lovers, of exerting a bit of dominance and requiring respect and dutiful attention, he was no stranger to being a follower than a leader.<br><br>And yet such monotony was boring, dull after time.&nbsp; Sometimes, a person just needed a change, to take control, or in some instances, to give in and let someone else take the reigns, make the decisions, do the work while they basked in the fruits of their labors.<br><br>Jake moved forward in the water, closing the little gap that stood between the two of them.&nbsp; His cock was hard, stiff and rigid beneath the water.&nbsp; He said nothing, nothing to her last chance offer, for nothing in his mind could make his statement as clear as action could.<br><br>He leaned forward, closing the gap between them as he kissed her.&nbsp; A gentle kiss at first, it deepened, becoming something much more solid, forceful, rougher with passion.&nbsp; His hand reached up, taking the back of her neck, his digits giving a firm, present touch as he continued to kiss her, his beard grazing against her flesh.&nbsp; A kiss and touch that spoke of intimate closeness, of the possessive yearning that burned away so hotly within himself.<br><br>His other hand reached up, cupping and caressing one of the breasts that he had only thought of for so long, massaging the soft mound with gentle kneading of his finger tips, before caressing the little erect nipple.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 07:39:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>==================================<br>Character: Shane Eames<br>Location: The Eames Residence<br>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, Kpop girls, everyone<br>==================================<br><br>Like any teenager Shane was going to look at any breast that presented itself in front of him. The Four Dragons of the Apocalypse were gorgeous from the tops of their heads, to the tips of their toes without question. But to Shane they would NEVER be able to compete with Yvonne St. Clair. He had all of her pictures, all of magazines, even that dirty little Gravure video she had, but nothing compares to seeing her in person. The little tease of flesh she gave was enough to make him break out into a bit of a sweat, and he hoped no one was paying too much attention to his crotch because it is swelling at the many delights before him. <br><br>In order to divert some attention away from himself he addresses Josh. "Holy shit bro. That girl is totally into you. None of them grabbed my junk so apparently yours is more appealing to the eye." He shrugs considering both the idea of cock comparisons and the whole 'you dont have it in you yet' comment. "Women...who can understand them?"<br><br>That's when the liquor was really starting to hit. A few beers was something Shane could easily handle, but that drink was strong, and perhaps quaffing it down like a solo cup full of water was ill advised. "Someone should get that drinks recipe...and I would do it myself, but I'm betting it guarded by monks who know Tae Kwon Do and maybe even Chuck Norris." He stands a little closer to Yvonne and whispers in her ear. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable...I just can't back down from that kind of challenge...you know I got a rep to protect."<br><br>He pulls Tim and Josh towards the house. "Excuse us for just a second Mrs. St. Clair. My boy Tim got no love and 4 muses are leaving my friend Josh with a semi. We're going to go make THEM a drink so Tim can get in the game, and Josh can possibly get a little more acclimated to Ms. Yummi." He pauses. "Wait!!! I'll bet YOU know how to make a drink that makes panties melt off! Now maybe...just maybe...if you were so inclined you could help my brothers out!!! If you do this I feel the cosmic rewards, karma, and all that shit would be substantial." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 08:34:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; A long overdue taste. <hr>Desiree was a woman well used to getting what she wanted. However, the instant that Jake stepped forward, closing the gap between then and doing away with words, she realized that for the first time in a long time she wasn't quite sure what she wanted. Did she want to fight to take control or simply give it up? Did she even know how to do that? It wasn't as if she'd never found herself at the mercy of another before but always, in every instance, she pushed back. Control had to be taken because she didn't know how to simply hand it over.<br><br>This time though there was that initial desire to let him take, a surprising urge that blossomed under soft press of his mouth. Though as his kiss grew, Desiree found herself rising to meet the demand hidden there, the hunger and need that sprang to life. His taste flooded her mouth and there was a rush of something hot and insistent that rolled through her. <br><br>She moved closer, moaning as his fingers found her breast and kneaded, played the tight and overly sensitive bundle of nerves that tipped the the soft globe. Her own hands found his shoulders and slid higher into his hair while his erection rubbed against her lower abdomen, teasing her with its rigid length. Still so far from where her body craved. Unable to help herself her hands slipped from his hair and back down his chest, her fingertips grazing him all the way down to the tops of his thighs only to turn and drag her nails gently back up his body to either side of that tempting length through the warm waters that surrounded them. She wasn't sure what she'd expected from Jake despite the times she'd imagined him kissing her, touching her, pressing himself inside her and fucking her til she cried out for him, but whatever her ever agile imagination had conjured, it hadn't been this. Nothing so hot as the reality she now faced. <br><br>Desi moaned again as her teeth grazed his lower lip, and slipping her arms up around his neck she boosted herself up to wrap her legs around him, the water making it far easier to manage her desire to get closer still.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rpguy37</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 20:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m00a0t0JTI1qjkv6oo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Josh Bagley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13072274#msg13072274)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Tim, Yvonne, Shane, KPop Quartet, all present at pool party<br><strong>Content</strong>: Getting tipsy<br><br><hr><br>Josh embraced the moment of flirtatious looks and high fives.&nbsp; But as Yvonne slowly and seductively flashed her breast she had his full attention.&nbsp; His mouth dropped wide open, young eyes reveling in the moment she flashed her flesh.&nbsp; He was still speechless as the Korean girl slipped her cold hand into his shirts for a goodbye squeeze.&nbsp; He watched in stunned awe as the four of them strutted away.&nbsp; His excitement of the past few moments evident by the growing tent in his still untied shorts.<br><br>The enthusiasm of Shane and Tim slowly brought him back to reality and out of his lust filled daydream.&nbsp; Before he knew what was happening a beer was in his hand and he was being herded towards the house and away from the pool he had been headed for originally.&nbsp; He stopped with the other boys as Shane addressed Mrs. St. Clair, taking a sip of beer and smiling goofily. "Best party ever." He managed to blurt out, his words slurring a bit.&nbsp; He swayed slightly as he stood, the alcohol having an obvious affect.&nbsp; Some small part of his brain was telling him that another drink was a bad idea, but that part was quickly drowning in beer and jet fuel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 21:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane<br><strong>Content</strong>: Sad puppy dog eyes. (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f1/72/af/f172afc3b49f2b30c645ccf46586b7c5.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><br>If this had been anyone else attempting to herd Tim away from the party, the Asian girls, and Yvonne he would not be nearly as amiable. He was still sober as a judge, which to Tim meant he'd only had a couple of beers, as the Asian girls' rocket fuel had passed him by. But Shane was his host, and a good guy, so he went with only a small dirty look and some mumbled griping in his native language.<br><br>He made a face as Shane pointed out that he was the sad sack of the trio who had failed to catch the Asian quartets attention, but when Shane mentioned that Yvonne should come help his demeanor changed instantly. Indignation was replaced by a forlorn pout and he looked back at Yvonne with the biggest, saddest puppy dog stare the German could muster. "It is true. We need a great deal of your wisdom and guidance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>29-03-2017, 23:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Though he would not admit it outright, it was a moment that Jake had thought of for some time in the back of his mind, a vision that had played out a few times in a few serendipitous moments.&nbsp; It was something hard to escape, a thought that was hard to deny when laying eyes upon Desiree.&nbsp; From the moment he met her, the first time he laid his eyes upon the sensual body, he had entertained such thoughts and day dreams.&nbsp; <br><br>He had kept his distance when she and his best friend were dating, and had stayed away after the breakup out of respect for the two of them, and the friendship that had formed between them.&nbsp; Jake had respected that, as tormenting as it was to deny himself the opportunity he had thought of for so long.<br><br>But that night was a turning point.&nbsp; Fate and impulse had taken over, bringing both of them there in that moment, and for a moment, he was thankful that the train wreck of a party had taken place.<br><br>The feel of her lips had been better than he could have possibly dreamed of, the feel of her body in his hands something that had only been a fantasy in his mind.&nbsp; Now they were coming to fruition, his desires burning hotly for her, and the little moans from her, the feel of her own hands, teasing and tormenting him, only stoked those flames he carried for her.<br><br>His hands moved as she moved herself closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.&nbsp; Soon they cupped her curvy backside, with a firm grip that spoke of familiarity, a confidence that was as if to say she was his, and only his, in that moment.<br><br>A groan escaped his lips as he pulled in closer, his cock trapped between the two of them.&nbsp; Almost painfully it ached and throbbed against the cloth-covered apex of her thighs, just barely able to discern the slit of her lips behind the fabric.&nbsp; His hips could not be denied as he began to thrust upward, caressing his cock against her panty-clad&nbsp; sex, the hunger growing and growing as he backed her against the wall of the pool. <br><br>A hand reached down between them, pulling back the panties to a side as Jake pulled his face away from hers.&nbsp; His eyes watched hers, searched and plunged the depths of those dark, beautiful eyes as he began to insert himself into her tight warmth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 01:26:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; A long overdue taste. <hr>Desiree was beyond pleased to see that Jake needed no further encouragement from her. Her willing participation seemed to be enough to encourage him to take hold of her. Or perhaps it was the way she clung to him, her thighs squeezing in against him while her hands roamed the breadth of his shoulders and up into his hair. Or possibly the way she arched to push her sex tighter against him, her hips rolling to help slide him against her in a smooth glide that rubbed ever so briefly across her clit and made her body clench in a way the only emphasized the emptiness. She couldn't be sure what had done it really, but between the grip on her ass and the way he backed her into the wall, the anticipation and pleasure building inside her reached its peak just as he pulled her panties to the side and she felt the blunt tip of his cock find her.<br><br>"Ffffffuuuck," She moaned as she arched for him. She wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the feeling of him stretching her pussy open for his entrance but his eyes held her hostage. She couldn't look away from that intense gaze even as it sped her pulse and stole her breath. Her nails bit into his shoulder where she'd shifted her hold on him and she pushed her hips forward, shivering as he tunneled his way inside her for the first time, the friction almost too much even for her eager and all too greedy sex. <br><br>He seemed fill her, his thick cock rubbing along what she swore had to be every last nerve ending she had. She couldn't have held still even if she wanted to. Right now, in this moment between them, he felt perfect. Too good. So she let her hips move as far as his hold would allow wanting to feel him plunge into her all over again. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 02:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Inch by inch he sank into her, his thickened organ parting her tightness.&nbsp; Hungrily it ached and throbbed within her, taking pleasure of the feel of the hot wetness that clung to him.&nbsp; A groan escaped his lips, the lids of his eyes closing ever so slightly to savor the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>A part of him wanted nothing more than to ravish her right then and there.&nbsp; That part of him wanted to take her body, to use it to his own selfish desires, to see if he could make her scream and let the whole of the neighborhood know what was taking place in the backyard of that house.&nbsp; But such actions separated boys from men, divided those who gave in to their hormonal desires and those who yearned for something deeper, something more.<br><br>With his cock buried within her, buried to the hilt, Jake didn't fuck her mercilessly like some savage brute.&nbsp; Instead, his hips were slow, but firm, commanding as they thrust in and out at a relaxed pace, carving his way in and out of the tight warmth that so greedily clung to him.&nbsp; He wanted her to feel every inch of him as he penetrated and invaded her warmth, wanted her to remember that moment, to make every man before and after him fail to compare to that intimate moment with him.<br><br>His head dipped down to her neck, kissing and biting lightly along the curve of her neck.&nbsp; Warm breath rushed from his lips, groaning and panting with each thrust.&nbsp; A hand upon her backside skimmed along her body, moving to maul her breast, her hard and aching nipple, before skirting lower, lower upon her body, until he found the sensitive nub of her clitoris.&nbsp; His fingers fell into a motion that matched his hips, rubbing the sensitive flesh between his fingers as the pleasure continued to build within him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 04:35:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Micing drinks</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He grinned at her and couldn't help himself. "You should not say things like that Madam President. It only makes us want to keep giving things to you." he said, and then offered with a sly smile. "Would you like another drink?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Does it?" An eyebrow raised as she purred toward him; taking the drink, her fingers sliding along his hand, and took a sip.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He pulls Tim and Josh towards the house. "Excuse us for just a second Mrs. St. Clair. My boy Tim got no love and 4 muses are leaving my friend Josh with a semi. We're going to go make THEM a drink so Tim can get in the game, and Josh can possibly get a little more acclimated to Ms. Yummi." He pauses. "Wait!!! I'll bet YOU know how to make a drink that makes panties melt off! Now maybe...just maybe...if you were so inclined you could help my brothers out!!! If you do this I feel the cosmic rewards, karma, and all that shit would be substantial." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yvonne chuckled slightly and sloshed back the res of the drink and licking her lips, placing the silo cup down and following the clearly tipsy/drunk young boys to the kitchen. When Josh almost crashed down, she somewhat caught him. Her large pillow soft breasts where pressed against his arm as she stabilized him. "I think he might need to sit down...maybe even some coffee and maybe some food," she almost whispered in Josh's ear.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Indignation was replaced by a forlorn pout and he looked back at Yvonne with the biggest, saddest puppy dog stare the German could muster. "It is true. We need a great deal of your wisdom and guidance."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yvonne tisked softly, her hand going to the German's face and rubbed her index finger along his jaw. "You don't need to make such sweet puppy eyes at me to ask for help," she chuckled slightly and went with the boys into the kitchen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 06:29:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>============================<br><br>Character: Shane Eames <br>Location: The Party<br>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, Clark, and anyone else who might happen to be around<br><br>===========================<br><br>Shane had to unlock the house to let his crew in and made a beeline for pops wet bar. The mission was simple, Get Josh and Tim they ladies they deserved on this wonderful spring night. There was quite a bit of interest shown to Josh, and they walked away. It's curious really. One of them in particular was interested in him enough to lay hands on his cock, so why did they walk off and leave the guy hanging? Did they want him to chase them? Are they such monumental teases that they just wanted to get him hard and leave him standing? The mind of a teenage girl is as dangerous and dense as the Amazon jungle. You always have to guess what they are thinking, and even if you get it right, you're most likely wrong. <br><br>There is something to be said for older women. As a general rule they know what they want and won't play games to get it. It's borderline intoxicating to be able to bond with Yvonne St. Clair on this level. For the past four years she has been the gorgeous woman across the street who paid me to mow her lawn. She was always pleasant, but there was always a line drawn. One he wouldn't dare cross. <br><br>A few weeks ago she sunbathed naked and that moment was the highlight of his young life. He watched from his bedroom window, hidden, and that has been the fuel for self pleasuring sessions in the days after. He studied every inch of her from that window and dreamed of all the things he would do to her...for her...if he was just given the chance. <br><br>Going inside with all of the boys brought Shane some pause. She also seemed to be quite interested in Tim which made the ugly face of jealousy try to claw it's way to the surface. He wouldn't have it. He can't blame Tim for adoring Yvonne because he does too, and Mrs. St. Clair is an adult who can make her own choices. <br><br>As he gets behind the bar he gets a mixology book and starts paging through it. <br><br>She is just being nice and flirting with us. Maybe even trying to play wing woman in order to make the more age appropriate girls more interested in us. He berates himself silently for having such impure thoughts about a married woman and sets himself to task. If Tim, Clark, and Josh don't wake up in the morning under a pile of Korean girls, he is going to feel like he failed his friends. <br><br>"AHA!!! PINK PANTY DROPPER!!!" He says with a big grin. "If this doesn't do the trick nothing will." He says getting the ingredients out of the liquor cabinet. "Your the expert Mrs. St. Clair...what do you think?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 06:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Micing drinks</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne helped the tipsy boy to the bar and chuckled softly. Making sure that the boy wouldn't fall off the bar stool. She watched as Shane went behind the bar and started to make drinks. Watching him, she was a little surprised that he knew how to make any drinks let alone a drink called 'pink panty dropper'.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"AHA!!! PINK PANTY DROPPER!!!" He says with a big grin. "If this doesn't do the trick nothing will." He says getting the ingredients out of the liquor cabinet. "Your the expert Mrs. St. Clair...what do you think?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As Shane offered her the drink, she smirked and leaned against the bar. "Are you trying to get my panties to drop?" She lifted an eyebrow and chuckled softly, enjoying herself as she teased the gorgeous boys.<br><br>Taking the drink, she took a sip, her eyes looking around; settling on Shane as she sat the cup down. "It's pretty good actually," she licked her lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 07:31:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane<br><strong>Content</strong>: Pleased (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/44/fe/4d/44fe4d2cf46de963dd8a18eb1f1ba718.jpg)<br><br><hr><br><br>The feeling of Yvonne's fingers as she took the drink from him had still lingered as Shane herded him along to the house, but when she walked up to the door with them and stroked him under the chin his eyes rolled back in an expression of pure bliss. He didn’t care if she was just a flirt and those bedroom eyes were all in his head.<br><br>As Josh drooped and Yvonne picked him up he hoped for his friend’s sake that he was sober enough to remember his experience and recount to him in graphic detail what her breasts felt like on his arm. A dutiful friend, Tim picked up the other side but it could be said that he wasn’t helping much, forcing Josh to lean mostly on Yvonne for support.<br><br>Once inside he helped lead Josh to the bar, curious as to what, exactly, Shane was up to. Was he still after the Asian dream team? It was hard to think about that, with Yvonne right there. He almost laughed at the name of the drink, and he turned rapt as it was offered to Yvonne for judgement. She asked if Shane was trying to drop her panties and the word <em>zweifellos</em> passed through the teens mind.<br><br>He smiled at her and leaned over to look in the cup and then asked, as nonchalantly as possible which wasn’t very much, “Good enough to share? Or good enough to keep to yourself?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 07:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>===========================<br>Character: Shane Eames<br>Location: The Eames Party<br>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, all and sundry<br>============================<br><br>There is nothing in this world more honest than a small child, or someone who is well on their way to intoxication. Even the CIA knows that if you want someone to tell the truth get them hammered first. Shane looked her dead in the eye and had the most impish grin on his face that she had ever seen. His answer was without hesitation, without filter, and without a second of thought beforehand.<br><br>"If there was any panties in this world I wanted dropped for me...yours are the top of the list."<br><br>If there was any regret to making such a declaration he wasn't showing it. In fact it seemed to make him feel better now that his crush was out in the open. He was a little scared of how she might react, or how the statement might affect them in the future but there was no taking it back now. He had committed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 08:14:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; A long overdue taste. <hr>It might have been better had Jake simply started pounding away at her. Certainly easier. Desi knew how handle males just looking for a quick fuck. This however, every time she started to think she had him figured out, he surprised her.&nbsp; It kept her off balance in a way she could not ever remember having been. And combined with the semi-exposed nature of their little tryst to begin with, well, water be damned, there was no denying she was primed and ready for him. <br><br>As it was his measured and deliberate strokes left her shivering despite the warmth of the water that surrounded them. Warning bells were sounding somewhere in her head but each surge of his cock within her clasping walls chased rational thought further and further away. There was a certain intimacy that could not be denied in the otherwise quiet yard under the dark sky and it left her free to focus solely on the way his hips thrust between her thighs, the way her curves gave way to the hard planes of his body with each motion, sliding, rubbing, building more sensations. Filling her up moment by moment. Even the sounds he made turned her on. <br><br>Even without conscious thought as a factor, it wasn't hard to pick up his rhythm and her body rolled against his, increasing the friction and bring him just that much deeper until she could feel that broad tip just barely reach that inner most spot guaranteed to turn her legs to jelly. <br><br>"Dios, Jake." She breathed his name on whimpering edge of a moan, her lips nearing his ear as his found her neck. His touch left her skin flushed with heat and tingling in the wake of his heavy handed caresses, especially to her breast, though it was slide down between their bodies that made her hiss and thrust her hips harder onto his with an insistent push. That made her very breath shudder out and her pussy grip him tighter as his fingers played upon her clit. <br><br>"Oh gawd. Oh... fuck. Just like that. Yes..." Her hands found their way down his back to grab onto his ass in the hopes of encouraging him as she rode him toward that steadily mounting peak. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 09:29:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy, Josh, Shane, everyone</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Drinking and flirting....sweet temptation</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr>Yvonne sipped a little more. The drink was heavy and mixed with a LOT of very heavy alcohol. This drink was very much mixed to make panty drop. It was heavy...yet sweet enough to almost not even taste the liquor. It hit her pretty hard and made her lips loose and her....morals...loose as well. The gorgeous boys around her didn't help. Especially with their hungry eyes eating her up. Without a second, Shane leaned forward and practically told her that yes he did have a crush on her...she he wanted her in a way her husband hadn't for years.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If there was any panties in this world I wanted dropped for me...yours are the top of the list."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"You keep giving me these drinks and you might just see my panties," she flirted heavily and licked her lips...the drink about half gone. <br><br>Having her kinda job, she drank....a LOT and it never seemed to effect her. Now though...it was almost like she was in high school again. Giddy and horny. Lord help her...she should just walk away. Yet her feet didn't move and she desperately wanted to stay and keeping feeling like this. Keep having those boys look at her with a hunger that made her knees weak and her body hot. Her thoughts were slightly interrupted by the German boy.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He smiled at her and leaned over to look in the cup and then asked, as nonchalantly as possible which wasn’t very much, “Good enough to share? Or good enough to keep to yourself?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her eyes swung over to him. God, even his accent was making her weak. She needed to leave...."Do you like sharing?" She purred and smiled; asking for more than just the drink. <br><br>God help her if he said yes.....<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>30-03-2017, 09:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>The words from her lips propelled him on.&nbsp; It was all becoming too much for Jake to fight.&nbsp; What control he had over himself was slipping, his body's desires and urges swelling to a breaking point within him.<br><br>So much about that moment seemed to make the fires within him burn all the more intensely.&nbsp; The feel of her tightness, wrapped around his engorged cock, gripping him as he gave her forceful thrusts of his hips.&nbsp; Her body against his, the hardness of her nipples against his chest.&nbsp; Her hands trailing down along his back to the firm, muscled backside.&nbsp; Her breath, so hot and sensual upon the moist flesh.&nbsp; The way she spoke his name in that accented voice.<br><br>And being there, out in the open, with the stars above, and the darkened house feet away.&nbsp; So exposed, so out there for anyone to see.&nbsp; It thrilled him, that thought of possibly being caught.&nbsp; He couldn't feel any shame though, not then and there with a beautiful woman moaning and writhing upon his thick cock so deep inside of her.<br><br>He tried to resist giving in, tried to hold himself off.&nbsp; But the rhythm of his hips, the quickening pace that began as he felt the tightening of his balls, was proving too much as he thrust his way closer and closer to climax.&nbsp; His breathing deepened, the piston movements of his hips and movement of his fingers as he toyed with her clit quickened.&nbsp; Everything was fading away from existence in that moment, from the water splashing about them, to the sounds of the crickets in the distance.&nbsp; All of it began to fade into the immaterial, all except Desi.<br><br>Jake came, and came hard.&nbsp; It was with one last, hard thrust of himself into her that his cock began to spasm and unleash the hot warmth of his load.&nbsp; A groan escaped his lips, his head buried against the curve of her neck as he panted.&nbsp; His body stiffened against her as his cock convulsed within, his seed emptied.<br><br>“Fuck.” He breathed, pausing for a moment to catch his breath before slowly extracting himself from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 07:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; A long overdue taste. <hr>Desi was not the sort to put much stock in the whole idea of "cumming together". She knew more often that not such things just didn't happen and it wasn't a fantasy she wasted much time on, like ever. However, in this particular instance things just seemed to fall into place and no she didn't mean some overly sappy bs either. It was his loss of control that did it. The sudden change in that smooth, measured stroke and timing of his fingers upon the sensitive bundle of nerves he toyed with sped her toward that looming edge as she rode him. Her thighs squeezed inward as her lashes fell, her lips moving as the word 'yes' fell from her lips almost silently, stuck on repeat as she searched for that last <em>something</em> that would give her the relief she so badly craved. She almost thought he would hold out on her, would make her wait on that almost unbearable edge forever, until he gave that last hard thrust, lodging himself deep within her, and let go. <br><br>And that was it.<br><br>The way his cock jerked inside her, spattering her inner walls, had her muscles clamping down so tight it was near pain. Helpless to the sensations overwhelming her body her hips continued to move, riding him, milking his thick, intrusive length for all that he had while her nerve endings worked through the sudden overwhelming rush. <br><br>It took her a moment. But when it all subsided to leave her breathless and boneless, her hold on him eased. She might have a left the impression of her nails in his backside though, she couldn't know for sure. Her heart thundered in her chest and she felt it echo in various places. She felt too warm despite being in the water, her skin too sensitive, but it was a low and breathless laugh that rolled from her lips as she heard Jake's expletive. <br><br>"Yes, we just did that, Jake." Her breath caught momentarily as he slipped free of her body's grasp and her panties moved somewhat awkwardly back into place. As far as first tastes went, she couldn't say she was disappointed. Hell, she was kinda grateful for the wall behind her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 23:25:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; None<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Musing on her new home<br><br><hr><br>Turning onto Weaver Way, Sidney's car growled softly seeming to echo its drivers mood. She was both annoyed and excited to be dropping in on her father and brother. It had been a long time since her last real visit and she was looking forward to seeing them both but she was utterly annoyed, bordering on angry, with her mother as well. Mom didn't like the job Sidney had chosen to pay for school. Oh she sort of understood, Mom thought that it reflected badly on her perfectly manicured ass to have her daughter modeling in the way that Sidney did but <em>she</em> needed to understand that Sid was her own person and refused to be beholden to anyone! <br><br>A growl filled the back of her throat as she thought of it. She'd been stewing on their last argument for the last two hours as she'd driven through a horrendous snarl of traffic to make it to her father's house. Looking up and seeing the sharp lines and glittering glass of her father's (now her's, he just didn't know it yet) home some of her anger slipped away. It was hard to stay angry when she was about to see the two men she loved most in the world...and they had no idea she was coming! <br><br>She couldn't help but to wonder what sort of antics she'd be interrupting when she walked through the door. Shane was old enough now to be starting to get into some serious mischief and Dad...well Dad had been getting into, and stirring up, shit for decades. It was who he was and in some ways Sid knew she took after him. Her particlar brand of promiscuity was another bone of contention between her and her uptight mother. She loved her mother dearly, even in her anger, but they really didn't have much in common at this point in their lives which was probably why her mother's last words as she'd thrown her bags into the passenger seat of her car had been, <em>You want to be so much like him, go live with him. It's his turn to deal with your antics. Maybe a good long, hard, look in the mirror will teach you both something,"</em> before storming back into her house without so much as a goodbye.<br><br>Her mother was a prideful woman, it would take some time for her to calm down but Sid had no doubt she'd call in a couple days and apologize for the harsh send off...though she didn't expect her to go so far as to invite her back home. No, she thought she was right to send Sid to Greg and maybe she was right.<br><br>Putting her thoughts behind her she spun her car with practiced ease, pulling up the Eames' driveway and letting the engine idle for a moment before twisting the key to kill it's low purring. Slipping free of the confines of the shiney blue metal she couldn't help it, she simply leaned for a moment, looking up at the house, a small smile playing on her lips. Home. Wherever her father was had always felt more like home than living with her mother anyway, they were much more alike despite her mother having been the one to raise her. <br><br>Letting a low chuckle part her lips she shook her head gently, red hair shining in the&nbsp; early morning light while her blue eyes glittered with mirth....Dad and Shane had no idea their world was about to be turned on it's ear. <br><br>"Fun, fun," she murmured to herself with a fresh laugh before she started pulling her bags from the car and plunking them up near the front door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 01:50:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane<br><strong>Content</strong>: Pleased (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/44/fe/4d/44fe4d2cf46de963dd8a18eb1f1ba718.jpg)<br><br><hr>Timothy forced himself to smile in order to mask his nervousness. He wanted to seem cool, nonchalant, and in control but the fact was he was none of those things. He swallowed nervously at her question and looked over at Josh, then to Shane, and then finally back to Yvonne. There is no way she was really asking him what he thought she was. And there’s no way she would do anything but saunter away, letting the three of them to gaze at her ass as they watched her go once she had her answer.<br><br>So really, what was the harm in telling the truth.<br><br>“When you have something good, I think it is best when you share with friends.” He said, and then took a nice long sip of his beer to hide the red creeping up on his face.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 01:52:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Desiree's words had caught him off guard, somewhat unexpected.&nbsp; He couldn't help but to find amusement in that moment, letting a low chuckle to escape his lips.&nbsp; “That we did.” He said, nodding in some amusement.&nbsp; “That we did.”<br><br>It was something he had to tell himself again in his mind.&nbsp; He fucked Desiree.&nbsp; How often had he thought of doing that?&nbsp; How many times had he considered that fantasy in the depths of his mind?&nbsp; A part of him thought he should feel guilty doing what he did, as if he had violated an unspoken rule among men about messing around with the exes of their friends.<br><br>But in that moment, Jake didn't feel shame at all.&nbsp; In a way, he felt like one of the luckiest guys in the world.&nbsp; It was nothing, he told himself.&nbsp; Nothing but a casual fling between two people.&nbsp; That's what it was, right?<br><br>He splashed a little bit of water upon his face, cooling himself down from the heat that had risen in the waters being so close to her.&nbsp; Jake hoisted himself up the wall of the pool, sitting upon the edge with his feet in the water, and cock deflating to a semirigid state, with no urge to get dressed so soon.<br><br>“Not bad, Miss Desi.” Jake said, a part of him wishing he had a cigarette as he reached for the bottle.&nbsp; “Not bad at all.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 02:54:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>It was unlike any sort of neighborhood she had ever lived in during her journey of a life.<br><br>She had gotten a taste of it the previous night, had gotten just a little glimpse of the neighborhood in the cover of night.&nbsp; But during the day, under the brightness of the sun, the sight of some of those houses looked downright intimidating to a girl who hadn't been around such affluence and wealth.<br><br>Andi's life had been a hodgepodge of various homes and neighborhoods, rarely staying anywhere for more than a year.&nbsp; Trailer parks.&nbsp; Middle class neighborhoods.&nbsp; Crowded apartments.&nbsp; Isolated houses out in the middle of nowhere.&nbsp; But never had she been in a neighborhood like that, surrounded by houses that were so big and so well kept.<br><br>Out of place was how she felt when she went for a morning run, like she stood out like a sore thumb.&nbsp; Where the few other runners who were out wore fancy, neat athletic wear, she had on an old pair of loose mesh gym shorts and a tank top she had slept in the night before, complete with an old pair of scuffed up tennis shoes.<br><br>But Andi showed no care for what others might have thought of her.&nbsp; If anything, she only felt a sense of pity for those who were so miserable with their lives that they had to judge others.<br><br>She had turned a corner, and was coming down the street at a brisk little pace.&nbsp; Unable to sleep with the jet lag, she had needed an excuse to get out, to go out for a walk and see her new surroundings for a little bit.<br><br>The sight of the redhead in front of the glass house had caused her to slow her pace, her eyes taking in the pretty lady as she moved and carried her bags up to the front door.<br><br>“Hey.” She said, pleasant enough in the morning, her eyes falling upon the car as she slowed to a walk.&nbsp; “Nice wheels.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 03:49:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>Dropping the last of her bags that had fit in her car (Mom would be shipping the rest of stuff within the week, these would work for now) onto the small pile she'd made beside the front door, she was about to enter her number into the keypad that would unlock the door when she heard a voice from behind her and saw an unknown blonde approaching her car. The girl didn't look dangerous but she did look slightly out of place. There was something about her that screamed "rough edges" of the sort that growing up in Towering Pines would have worn away long ago...if they were ever allowed to exist in the first place. It took a second but Sid realized what she thought it was, there was a specific type of jadedness that kids picked up when they grew up with money and this girl was missing it when she looked at Sid's car. <br><br>She seemed to just be appreciating the lovely piece of machinery, not sizing it up in comparison to something else.&nbsp; <br><br>It made Sid like her almost instantly. She'd learned an appreciation for people from different status levels while in school. They helped to broaden her perspective and keep her from being the annoyingly spoiled brat she knew she easily could be if she only moved in the circles approved by her mother. <br><br>Flashing the unknown girl a warm grin she stepped off the front step and sauntered toward the other young woman (Sid almost always sauntered or prowled any space she was in, she rarely just walked) and held out her hand when she was within reach, "Morning. I'm Sidney Eames, Sid...and thanks. She was a present from my Dad as a reward for not letting life distract me from my grades...and probably a bit of guilt because of the whole divorced parents thing. That always seems to hid Dads harder than Moms," she added with a small shrug. "You don't look familiar, it's been awhile since I was regularly in the neighborhood though, how long have you been in Towering Pines?" she asked. <br><br>Letting Dad and Shane know she was here could wait a bit while she chatted, it was still early enough in the morning that she had no doubt they were both sleeping. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 06:23:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>============================<br><br>Character: Shane Eames <br>Location: The Party<br>Tagged: Timothy, Josh, Yvonne, Clark, and anyone else who might happen to be around<br><br>===========================<br><br>As the minutes wore on it becomes pretty obvious that Josh is blitzed. Letting him pass out on the couch is an option, but that means his Aunt is likely to be over in the morning giving Shane's dad all manner of grief about under aged drinking, and all the other boring shit that scares parents. It's best to get him home while he can still walk. <br><br>The walk to his house is a little arduous as he has to shoulder Josh's weight for most of the trip. On a positive note Josh did have the wherewithal to climb through the ground floor window and get them to the bedroom undetected. It was some military minded black ops shit that finally got Josh settled into bed without detection, and Shane able to sneak out unseen. Once back home the party was on the wane. Security it seemed was everywhere waiting to pounce on revelers for noise violations and pop was going to catch an earful from James St. Clair tomorrow. He filtered back in and headed up to his room through the back entrance.<br><br>He had left Tim and Yvonne together in taking Josh home. They were more than a little flirty with each other and he didn't want to walk in on something private. While it bothered him a little that she found Tim more interesting than him, He couldn't hold it against either of them. The heart wants what the heart wants. Tim is his friend....a good friend...and friends make sacrifices for one another. Sure he could've hung around like a huge cock block and been the third wheel, but that just invites bad karma. In making the sacrifice to see his friend to the promised land, sometime down the road he would enjoy some good karma. Where and when such Karma will show is anyone's guess.<br><br>He opens his bedroom door and finds that Karma pays dividends quickly. The four ladies from earlier were in his room. They brought alcohol to his room and apparently have taken liberties in his closets and drawers while he was gone. His TWISTER game is laid out on the floor and it appears they are waiting on someone to play with.<br><br>(http://s3.hulkshare.com/song_images/original/b/1/c/b1cd361af5a0c24fac3ea39e451cbeaf.jpg?dd=1468988954)<br><br>"Good Karma..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:00:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>As Sidney approached, greeting her and going into an explanation of the car, Andy couldn't help but to give a short, small little laugh at the reasoning behind her getting the car.&nbsp; <em>Rich people...</em> She thought to herself with a slight shake of her head.<br><br>Still.&nbsp; She could appreciate the car and the engineering that went into it.&nbsp; It made her think of Brock, one of the foster parents in her long list of foster parents.&nbsp; How he loved his cars, how he'd try and teach the kids who came in through the door of the house a thing or two about cars, trying to pass on his passion.&nbsp; He was a good one, one of the few.<br><br>“I'm Andi.” She said, taking the offered hand.&nbsp; “And I've been here for... about... a few hours.&nbsp; Just visiting and staying with a friend.”<br><br>Her eyes turned back to the house, taking it in.&nbsp; “So this is your place?” She asked.&nbsp; “Nice digs.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:28:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>"Nice to meet you Andi," she said, flashing a warm, welcoming, grin and giving the other girls hand a firm, confident shake. There would be no weak, limp handed handshakes from Sidney Eames! She couldn't stand those. "You've officially been here longer than me," she added with a soft chuckle before pushing her hair back from her face with an effortless flick of her fingers. "Who are you staying with?" she asked clearly curious about the new girl in the neighborhood. She might have no clue who the family was that Andi was staying with, but then again she might, if they'd lived around the place long enough to know her dad well. <br><br>Looking at the house as Andi eyed it she couldn't help but to grin at all the steel and glass. There were no secrets in the Eames residence. Those would require her father to put up some damned curtains...and that wouldn't happen anytime soon! "Home sweet home. Or it will be once I tell my Dad that I'm here. Mom decided she didn't like my job because she thought it spoiled her reputation among her friends and told me to come live with Dad or stop working and here I am," she explained with a small shrug and just a thread of her previous anger warming her voice as she replayed the argument in her mind. "Work pays for school so I wasn't about to quit," she added which was probably more than this stranger really wanted to know, but Sid had a tendency to over-explain when she was upset.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 07:56:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>“I'm staying with the Carlton's...” Andi said, turning on the spot to look back where she came.&nbsp; “...Somewhere in that general direction.”<br><br>Andi felt a little lost, it almost felt comical, not knowing anything or any place around in the neighborhood.&nbsp; For the past few years, she was used to the urban sprawl of New York, where everything became familiar, where she knew where she could find just about whatever she needed.<br><br>Sidney's comment about her job was noted in the back of her mind, but Andi didn't press.&nbsp; She wasn't about to judge someone on the decisions and career choices they made in their life when she herself had to made some of the same difficult and alternative choices herself in her own life.<br><br>It was then and there that Andi decided she liked Sidney.<br><br>“Hey, sometimes you gotta do what you have to do to make it.” Andi said, planting her hands upon her hips, resisting the urge to ask what the appealing redhead might have done for her career choice.&nbsp; “Ain't nothing wrong with that.”<br><br>Her eyes drifted back to the car.&nbsp; “If you and me are around here long enough, you gotta let me try driving this bad boy.” Andi said.&nbsp; “Always wanted to try out one of these things.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 08:48:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>Sidney grinned when Andi was vague about were the home she was staying in was. The name she gave sort of sounded familir but not enough to know the specifics of where the house was. Briefly she wondered if the woman of said house had ever been one of her dad's daliances. It wouldn't surprise her. He was a good looking guy and her mom claimed he was a total hound. Of course her mother said she was starting to be just like him when it came to sex so she gave the thought a shrug and pushed it away. Unless she walked in on him in the act, who her dad fucked was really none of her business. <br><br>Instead she turned her attention back to Andi's confusion, "If you know the street name I can point you in the right direction, but I couldn't be more exact than that. I know the neighborhood but not precisely whose in which house for most of them. When I was younger I could have told you more but people have been in and out the last few years so I have to relearn whose where," she added with a small shrug. <br><br>She liked Andi. The girl seemed easy to talk to and she didn't immediately pounce on Sid's comment about her job like most people would have. Someone who didn't pry was a rareity as far as Sid was concerned. <br><br>Flashing the girl a grin she couldn't help but think the stance, with her hands on her hips, was just cute, she asked jokingly, "Can you go tell my Mom that? She thinks there's something <em>very</em> wrong with it," she added with a laugh. "Honestly, she offered to pay for school herself but she thinks that gives her a say in what I study. If I pay for it myself then no one gets to comment," she explained. After all, one look at her dad's house made it perfectly clear that there was no real reason that Sid needed to work to go to school. Her parents could clearly afford to send her damned near anywhere but she <em>liked</em> knowing she was paying for school herself. Honestly when her Mom had mentioned kicking her out she'd thought about just getting a place on her own (she could afford it) but she had quickly let that thought go because she liked not having to worry about things like bills while she was going to school. Time enough for all that later. <br><br>Listening as the blonde metioned driving her car, Sid shot her sidelong, speculative glance, "Maaaaaaaaybe," she drawled slowly, "I'm not planning on going anywhere for a long while but I'll have to see you drive something else before I hand over my keys. She's never been driven by anyone but me since the day Dad gave her to me. I'm a bit protective," she admitted with a loving glance at the mettalic blue vehicle sitting before them. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 08:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Just a little talk</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne almost groaned as the German said he would share with friends. She was about to move in when Shane said he would take the very drunken boy home. Which was probably a good thing. Being drunk was never a good way to start trying anything. Never know if the person would regret what happened once they sobered up. Now that the two were alone, Yvonne smirked at Timothy, her eyes almost ate him up. "Would you also like a ride home?" Not that he would make it home anytime soon, but it would give them some privacy....and not right in front of her home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 09:22:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b5/dc/e0/b5dce0ef07ec3e79a4aa525fc2723860.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Timothy Smoak (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074663#msg13074663)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames Residence<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Josh, Yvonne, Shane<br><strong>Content</strong>: Pleased (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/44/fe/4d/44fe4d2cf46de963dd8a18eb1f1ba718.jpg)<br><br><hr><br>Tim was genuinely shocked when Shane picked up Josh to take him home. “We will talk later ya?” he asked his host as the two other boys left the room.<br><br>He looked over at Yvnonne with a nervous grin. It took him a minute to realize that she’d actually asked him a question. “What?” he asked, stupidly, and then back pedaled. “I mean, yes of course Madame President. I would be honored to be escorted home by you!” he said with a smile. Going home was really the last thing on his mind, but he was just about ready to be led anywhere by the stunning woman.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 10:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mklKDdOnPn0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/eiLVLqmx5jk/photo.jpg)</div><hr><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: Yvonne St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: Weaver Way -&gt; St. Clair's garage -&gt; Robinson Road</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Timothy</li><li><strong>Content:</strong> Sneaking away and "taking" him home ;D</li><li><strong>Wearing:</strong> Latex dream (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/57/dd/f5/57ddf58f3ef6e98f72a93d56f57d40e0.jpg)</li></ul><hr><br>Yvonne couldn't help but chuckle slightly as he looked so nervous and cute. After he agreed to let her "take him home", she smiled and finished her drink.<br><br>The alcohol made her looser and much more adventurous. Without a moment of thought, she giggled like a school girl, grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the party. Hopefully without much notice, however, she had no real intention on hiding the young German with a nervous grin on his face. As they left, weaving through a slowly emptying house, she went out the front door. The whole time holding Timothy's hand and tugging him with her. As they crossed the street, she pressed a finger to her lips while looking back at him. "Shhh," she smirked, "he is probably throwing a fit that the meeting didn't go as planned,"....and probably her leaving him.<br><br>Then again, how was she to know that he was currently trying to...flirt with a pretty little girl in his office? Not that she was much better...Slowly opening the garage door, she paused and made sure he didn't notice her...or come out. After a moment, she went to the small cork board that held the car keys. In a neighborhood like this, you almost never had to worry about your car getting stolen. Once she had the key, she went to the passenger door and letting the liquor make her more adventurous, she pressed Timothy against the side of her KIA (http://az413908.vo.msecnd.net/99/photos/201510/1419/1722/1373935f-2b1f-4ae2-a832-9a0d5b7b367e.jpg). With her body pressed against his with her breasts smushed against his chest, their faces only inches apart, she smirked and unlocked the door. "Get in," she purred and finally let him go.<br><br>Going to the driver side, she went in the car and started it up. Looking over, her eyes darkened as she reached over. Her breasts pressed against his arm as she brought the seat belt over him and buckled him in. "Don't forget your seatbelt," she somewhat whispered before righting herself and pulling out of the garage.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>MOVED TO ROBINSON ROAD</strong></div><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 01:22:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>A laugh escaped Andi's lips when she heard of Sidney talk about the car.&nbsp; She nodded her head in understanding, her eyes drifting back over the car.&nbsp; “Yeah, I can't blame you there.” She said.&nbsp; “If I had a car like that, I'd have that beauty wrapped up in bubble wrap all the time.”<br><br>Andi sighed, a longing look crossing over her eyes as she looked at the car.&nbsp; It was the sort of thing she had only been able to dream of, riding around in a car like that, without a care in the world.&nbsp; It made her think back to one of her foster folks, how they rode around in an old convertible, with Andi tucked in the back seat on those warm summer days.&nbsp; She missed the feel of the wind in her hair, of the world passing by, that feeling of being free.<br><br>“A girl can dream though.” She said, trying to pull her thoughts away from the car that she could have spent all day pining over.&nbsp; She had more important things to worry about, like where the hell she had ended up.<br><br>She looked around at the street she had come from.&nbsp; “I think it was Osmond? Maybe Desmond?&nbsp; Some of these houses and streets look so goddamn familiar.” Andi said, used to a city where every street corner held practically different things.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 16:24:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>Grinning she waved off the idea of keeping her beauty of a car wrapped in bubble wrap with a shake of her head, "Oh no, if you had a car like that you'd be protective as hell and drive her <em>every</em> time you could find an excuse! If you don't mind being a passenger I'd be happy to take you out for a spin in her. I know some back roads where I can really open her up the way she deserves! It would probably mean another speeding ticket, but it's well worth it," she admitted with an impish grin. She'd gotten out of far more speeding ticket than she ever paid for in her young life. A little flirting, the flash of firm, young breasts, and a teasing smile were often enough to get her off with just a warning. <br><br>Unless the cop was a straight woman...then she usually got the ticket and paid them without complaint. <br><br>"Desmond. You mean Desmond. It's back that way and around the corner, " she said pointing in the direction that Andi had come from and pointing the direction she should turn to get back to her own street. "And you're not wrong, a lot of the homes around here are very cookie cutter. You'd think with the money running through this neighborhood that folks would build things that were unique but most of them have too much money and not enough imagination," she mused, thinking of her own desires for a home someday and planning to design it herself (she was studying architecture for a reason!). Shaking her head slightly to keep from trailing off into her own thoughts she added, "Your best bet for distinction around here is to look more at the yards than the houses. A lot of these folks have too much time on their hands and instead of competeing with the designs of their houses they do it with landscaping. Flower choices and patterns will be different even if the houses are identical," she offered in the only real advice she could offer for figuring out landmarks even in such an upscale neighborhood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 18:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; A long overdue taste. <hr><br>Desiree leaned back against the wall and sighed. A slight adjustment to her underwear to relieve some of the presure against still sensitive flesh and she was oddly comfortable, if still a bit heated, her body tingling pleasantly in the aftermath. A part of her noted the distance he'd put between them and for some reason the action struck her as some sort of challenge. It was a reaction that didn't make much sense to her so she kept a lid on it, her teeth setting into her lower lip as she settled on ingnoring that random moment. <br><br>Not that she could do much about the heat still reflected in her eyes. Her heavy lidded gaze watched Jake move to push himself from the pool, though her lashes dropped completely and her head tipped back as he seated his gloriously nude self on the edge. His comments though, they sparked another riot inside her, pricking at her in a way she was sure he hadn't intended. Which was why it took her a few moments longer to speak up.<br><br>"Not bad? Gee, Jake, you flatterer," she deadpanned, opening her eyes and fixing him with a curious look. "Better be careful... I might be inclined to take that as a challenge." Her warning was delivered almost casually as she turned and braced her hands on the ledge. One bounce and then up she went, pushing herself from the pool. However, instead of mirroring Jake and sitting at the edge she kept going, rising from the pool entirely and pushing herself up to stand. Her back still to him as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and squeezed it to wring free the excess water.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 02:49:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>It was clear he had struck a nerve, in a way he had not intended at all.&nbsp; The awkward chuckle that would have come up so often in such situations was suppressed, shoved deep back down within him as he thought of his words and tried to repair the damage.<br><br>But it wasn't easy to take his eyes off of her, especially when she pulled herself up out of the water and stalked away behind him.&nbsp; His eyes watching the rivulets of water as they ran down her flesh.<br><br>“I didn't mean it like that, you know.” Jake said, feeling awkward and a little bit clueless in that moment.&nbsp; <br><br>She was unlike most of the women who had entered his life.&nbsp; Through his work, he met some who enjoyed his company, but that forever had a taint of business.&nbsp; At school, when it came to the occasional dalliances at parties, it was always something that felt impersonal, detached.<br><br>And while that was how it had started off, perhaps he was kidding himself.&nbsp; Hadn't he always felt an attraction to her?&nbsp; Hadn't he felt just a bit of jealousy within him whenever he saw Corbin and Desi together?<br><br>He pushed himself up to his feet, making his way behind her.&nbsp; His hands rested upon her hips, gentle without being forceful, ready to back away if it wasn't going to sit with her.<br><br>“I'm not going to lie.” He said.&nbsp; “I've been thinking about a moment like that with you for a while now, and it was better than I ever could have dreamed.”&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 04:44:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>Sidney's little grin was cute and endearing when Andi first saw it.&nbsp; The color of her cheeks deepened as she couldn't help but to let a smile of her own cross her face, looking away with a hint of embarrassment in her features.&nbsp; She was a sucker for a cute smile, and with Sidney, she certainly had a cute smile and more.<br><br><em>Calm down, stupid.</em> Andi told herself, trying to get a better grip on herself.<br><br>She turned her head at Sidney's directions, taking note of where she needed to go, thankful for the momentary distraction.&nbsp; Softly she nodded her head, listening to the advice.&nbsp; “Yards.&nbsp; Got it.” She said.&nbsp; “Yeah, haven't been around, like, actual yards in years.&nbsp; The only sort of grass I saw was in parks or in joints back in New York.”<br><br>Her eyes drifted back to the house.&nbsp; “If I'm keeping you, I can totally book it.” Andi said.&nbsp; “Figured you got some sort of happy family reunion to get to or something like that.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 06:37:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>Sig noticed the blush but she chose to ignore it since it made Andi look away. If the other woman didn't want to mention the thoughts that made that slight color tinge her cheeks then Sid wouldn't either. There was nothing more annoying that someone wanting to push about something you weren't ready to talk about. If Andi chose to tell her later then they'd discuss it...if not then it would remain a mystery.<br><br>Instead she focused on something Andi said, "New York? How'd you end up way out here from New York?" she asked truly curious. It was quite the switch from New York to Towering Pines!<br><br>Following Andi's gaze to the house a soft chuckle filled her throat, "I'm not in a rush. Dad and Shane are probably still asleep considering it's a Saturday morning and they actually have no idea I'm coming," she admitted with a small shrug. "If you need to get back to the Carlton's though, don't let me keep you. I've already interrupted your run, I wouldn't want to keep you from breakfast or something. You should come by again though, the Eames' family all loves meeting new people and making new friends...and I owe you a ride in the pretty car after all," she finished rambling with a fresh grin curving her lips. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 07:46:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>“Well, I certainly can't turn down a ride in a pretty car with a pretty woman.” Andi said in the heat of the moment, almost instantly regretting the cheesy line.<br><br><em>Real smooth...</em><br><br>“I'm just in town for a little bit.&nbsp; My friend Ceci offered to have me come chill with her and her folks for the summer, and it seemed to beat the hell out of the city.” Andi said a bit truthfully in her response.&nbsp; “Been to a bunch of places but never out in this neck of the woods.&nbsp; Still kinda getting adjusted to the time difference and shit.<br><br>“That's why I'm out here.” She said, taking another glance at the neighborhood.&nbsp; “Woke up, couldn't sleep, and since everyone else was still passed out, thought I'd go for a bit of a run.”<br><br>A question popped into her head, one that had been in the back of her mind.&nbsp; “Say... You'd probably know better than me.&nbsp; You know of any, like, good clubs around?” She asked.&nbsp; “I heard the club scene out here was pretty nice, but don't know of any, like, good places.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 19:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake <br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Irritated and Annoyed over being irritated. <hr>Believe it or not, Desi was not seeking to manipulate Jake into anything. The night had been a nice impromptu break, a sort of 'time off for good behavior' type deal that she'd been happy enough let stand as it was. She'd escaped a lame party and had gotten to sate a deep seeded curiosity while scratching an itch. All in all it was a total win. Aside from the almost dismissive manner of his comment to her. <br><br>Not bad?<br><br><em>"I didn't mean it like that, you know.”</em><br><br>Right.<br><br>Yes, it was a probably best she simply get dressed and head out rather than risk turning this into more than it needed to be. Before she started imagining him comparing notes with Corbin. Pricks to her ego were rarely accepted without her paying the insult in kind, tenfold even as Desi was no stranger to using her claws to draw blood, but for some reason she was reluctant to do so now. She was oddly hesitant to lump him in fully with his bastard of a friend and it had nothing to do with his dick either. It probably would have been easier just to do so and leave their night where it was but then he touched her.<br><br>There was no way to hide the sudden rush of goosebumps across her flesh or the slight shiver. It wasn't even cool enough to blame it on having emerged from the water so she ignored it as her head came up and her shoulders straightened. Turning slighting, she fixed him with a look over the curve of her shoulder, her brow arching high.<br><br>"Hmph, right." Her tone suggested she was teetering somewhere between skeptical and pleased, or else just not sure she was going to let him off the hook quite that quickly. "Well, I give you points for a smooth attempt at recovery at least." Had he simply said that in the first place it have gone over a whole lot better. Granted, she didn't read too much into the whole dreaming about her angle. Half her high school class had lusted after her for one reason or another. That was the easy part after all. Head cheerleader, student body president, top 5th percentile of her class... she'd been working the hell out of her image as much as the body genetics and a killer training schedule had blessed her with and it hadn't stopped when she'd gone on to college. The titles were a little different, the responsibilities, but the people were the same. It was too easy. And boring. Even Corbin had become predictable. Jake was a little harder to figure out. Of course,&nbsp; because he was, she found she wanted to see if she could.<br><br>"Anyway, it was just sex. No need to worry that I'm suddenly wanting you to profess undying love, Jake." She reached up and let her hand brush over his bearded jaw, the scratchy tickling sensation making her nose wrinkle briefly. Course then she had to go and wonder what that would feel like elsewhere. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>05-04-2017, 05:53:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>“Just sex.”<br><br>Jake repeated the words as she touched his beard, standing so close to him.<br><br>There were more things he wanted to say, that a part of him almost felt as if he needed to say.&nbsp; How he hadn't meant to hurt her with his careless choice of words.&nbsp; How he had said the truth when he said he had been thinking about a moment like that between the two of them for some time.&nbsp; <br><br>But would his words be accepted?&nbsp; Would she believe him if he told her the truth?&nbsp; It was hard to say when trying to guess what the tough, admirable woman would think and do.&nbsp; So instead, Jake let the words he wanted to say die upon his lips.<br><br>He simply nodded his head in understanding, a nod that spoke of a tinge of resignation.&nbsp; “Well.&nbsp; If you ever feel like having 'just sex' again, I'm all yours.” He said, backing away to go for his clothes.&nbsp; “I really did enjoy this.&nbsp; More than you'll ever know.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>06-04-2017, 05:25:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake | Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Irritated and Annoyed over being irritated. <hr>If Desi didn't know any better she'd have said Jake seemed almost... disappointed? She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but whatever 'it' was it both surprised and irritated her. Surprised her because she hadn't been expecting him to back off so easily. Irritated her because it seemed that it mattered that he seemed... whatever the hell he seemed. It even crossed her mind to try and rectify the situation. <br><br>As he backed away from her though her lips parted as if she might speak but ultimately Desi knew she wasn't going to call out to him or try to backtrack. She simply didn't get down like that. She liked him but she wasn't going to plead with him to stay. If he wanted to leave, then fine. Instead of trying to pull him back her arms crossed over her chest, not so much covering her tits as it did push them up, and her tongue ran over teeth, her lips pursing briefly as she gave her own nod. "Okay, papi." <br><br>She gave him a last lingering look before she turned away from him and went over to where her own clothes had been set aside, but rather than dress she began fishing in the pocket of her coat for her lighter and the blunt she had hidden there. She might have been in someone else's yard but right about now she gave zero fucks. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 02:09:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Jake said nothing as he got dressed, and in his mind, it was perhaps better to not say anything else.<br><br>It was just sex.&nbsp; He told himself that as he slipped back into the pants and shoes.&nbsp; Just sex.&nbsp; Despite what a part of him felt, a deeply rooted nerve of thoughts and feelings told him, it was just sex.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't know what Desiree felt about him, didn't know what she had going on in her life.&nbsp; A part of Jake didn't doubt that she had quite a few admirers fawning after her, and she had her pick of the litter, so to speak.&nbsp; That night might have been just sex to her, just a casual little thing between two friends looking for a respite from the monotony of life, and try as he might to tell himself that it was just sex, it felt more than that to Jake.<br><br>But such truths weren't meant to be spoken, not then and there at the very least.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would she have believed him?&nbsp; Would she have thought he was just trying to be smooth and get back in her pants?&nbsp; He didn't know, and it was not a gamble he wanted to take as the words replayed in his mind.<br><br>Jake finished getting dressed for the most part, putting his pants back on and refastening his belt.&nbsp; Shoving his socks into his pocket, he slipped on his shoes, and left the shirt unbuttoned as he took a seat down upon a bench beside the pool.&nbsp; “Walk you home?” He asked, reaching for the remnants of his mixed drink.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 06:14:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>"Thank you," Sid said flashing the blonde a warm grin as she accepted the compliment and letting it go. The line <em>had</em> been a bit cheesy but it had been sweet too and Sidney was never one to tease someone just because the compliment they gave might have a bit of "pick-up line cheese" to it. Besides, she didn't know this girl well enough yet to know anything about her romantic/sexual preferences...for all she knew it had been a way of testing the waters and Sid wasn't one to be rude about shooting someone down either. She was secure enough in herself and her own preferences to not feel the need to inflate her own ego at someone else's expense. <br><br>"Well you couldn't have picked a better place to come and chill for the summer...in my so very <em>not</em> humble opinion. Most of the folks in the neighborhood have always been nice to me when I'm here and Shane and Dad certainly seem to love it. When you know your way around there's some running trails in the park too, not that I ever use them!" she added with a bright laugh as she glanced meaningfully between the heeled strappy sandles on her own feet and the sneakers on Andi's. "Running will never be my favorite form of exercise," she admitted with a grin that carried an edge of mischief that left open the question of just what her favorite form of exercise might be!<br><br>"Clubs..." she drawled, musing on the question before finally giving a small shake of her head, "There are definitely some good ones around but a lot of it depends on what you're looking for and since we just met I wouldn't have any idea what to suggest for you. Your friend Ceci would probably offer better suggestions since she knows you but if you guys pick something and want to do a girls night sometime count me in," she offered before glancing back at the house and giving a small sigh. "I probably should stop stalling and get in there. Dad has no clue I'm showing up and if I wait too long he and Shane will partially ruin my surprise by waking up instead of me getting to be the one to wake them up," she added with a devilish glint flashing through her eyes.<br><br>Clearly her method of waking them up wasn't going to be a kind drawing from their sleep with a surprise breakfast!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>08-04-2017, 23:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del> black panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Jake | Open<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Irritated and Annoyed over being irritated. <hr><br><em>"Walk you home?"</em><br><br>His voice directed her way had her looking up with mild surprise. Her fingers stilled without finding what it was she'd been digging for as she regarded him curiously for what seemed like the fiftieth time tonight. It crossed her mind to ask why he would bother but then wasn't that part of the package that was Jake? Part of what made him stand out. He could have just gotten dressed and peaced out without a word more. She knew plenty of guys that would have--which was ultimately less hassle for her. She also knew others who wouldn't have dreamed of walking away from her for anything, but then they'd have been damn near falling over themselves, balls dragging on the ground while they tried their damnedest to appease her. She was admittedly glad Jake didn't fall into the latter category, but also glad that he didn't seem to be the former either. <br><br><em>Just tell him no and get on with it, Desi.</em> She told herself, but instead her shoulder hitched up and a corner of her mouth began to curve.<br><br>"Thanks for the offer but you go on ahead. I'll be fine." Which she would. The neighborhood was pretty safe but on the off chance something came up Desi was no damsel in distress. Besides, for some reason she got the impression that being around Jake any longer would ultimately be more dangerous to her. Like she might actually break one of her own rules. Already she could sense just how easy it would be to start down a path that she had no business even thinking about. A path she'd tried once only to have it blow up in her face...<br><br><em>Staaahp iiiit!</em><br><br>Ignoring her own thoughts, Desiree began to comb her fingers through her hair. Already her skin was nearly dry but before she put her dress back on she was going to shed the still wet scrap of fabric between her thighs so she wasn't precisely in a hurry. "If you want, I'll even text you when I make it home safe," she even made a little cross over her heart which somehow felt slightly obscene considering the circumstances, but oh well. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doomblade403xxx</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 03:05:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f5/07/9e/f5079eeaa74fc6308f7432a7189a2c3a.jpg)</div><br>Name:&nbsp; Shane Eames<br>Time / Location: Morning&nbsp; Eames Residence to Weaver Way and beyond<br>Content: Jogging the alcohol out<br>Tagging: Whoever<br><br>Lightweights handle their hangovers by wallowing in the misery. A few too many means they lay around all day groaning and whining from drinking more than they should, and waiting for the alcohol to metabolize out.<br><br>Shane Eames is not the type to just wait for the poisons to leave his system. The girls in his room are still passed out but he is up and moving. He tosses on a pair of running shorts, socks, and shoes, before heading downstairs and out the garage exit into the street. One foot in front of the other, jogging down the street with purpose. <br><br>On a morning like this he will crank out two miles. It takes that long for the alcohol laden sweat to begin seeping from his pores and get him back to feeling human again. It was a very wild night for the teen, and he wondered how his friends fared in their endeavors. If he was the type, he would go to school bragging about last nights conquest. Telling all and sundry how four women fell to his charms.<br><br>But he is not that type of boy...<br><br>Those young ladies reputations will be safe from his stories. A secret he will take with him to the very grave. Sure it would make him a legend in his senior year of high school, but it also makes those ladies out to be sluts. Sure they might have been very drunk and quite easy, but they were also really nice. They had great fun playing naked twister and talking when one of them wasn't needing some affection. They deserve every ounce of dignity and discretion he can afford them. <br><br>There are many secrets here in Towering Pines. All manner of posturing and affairs that would make the gossip hounds cackle with glee, and the school girls blush. Shane Eames always felt he was above that petty crap. His life is too short to worry about who is getting what from whom, and being jealous because he isn't getting the same. <br><br>While life may be short...there will be plenty of time in life for him to get his. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 03:15:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Saying Hello<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames<br><br><hr><br>Andi laughed gently, nodding her head as Sidney told her she had to get going.&nbsp; She too felt like it was time to book it, to go back to the house and relax under a cool, soothing shower and find herself some breakfast to get the day rolling.<br><br>“Hey, no problem.” She said.&nbsp; “Totally understand.&nbsp; Good luck with the surprise, and thanks for letting me fawn over your ride.”<br><br>With that, and a wave of her hand, Andi set off back for the house, retracing her steps back to the Carlton house following the general directions Sidney had given her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>09-04-2017, 07:45:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br><strong>Time / Location:</strong>&nbsp; Evening - Weaver Way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Nude<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Talking to Desiree<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Checking in and checking out<br><br><hr><br>Instead of trying to talk her into it, of prolonging the moment between the two of them, Jake said nothing, but merely nodded his head.&nbsp; <br><br>He reminded himself that she was a grown woman, capable and able to take care of herself.&nbsp; Woe to anyone who tried to assault or come after her, Jake knew.&nbsp; She didn't need him walking with her, holding her hand like she was a child on their way back home.&nbsp; <br><br>But that feeling, that little pit in the back of his mind that had feelings for her, had wanted to walk her home, had wanted to know that, at this time of night, she was safe and sound.<br><br>Just sex, he reminded himself.&nbsp; Just sex between friends.&nbsp; Nothing more, nothing less.<br><br>“I'm going to be looking for that text.” He said, rising to his feet with a faint smirk upon his lips.<br><br>Jake was going to the gate when he paused, looking back to her.&nbsp; “I really like this.” He said to her, his hand upon the gate.&nbsp; “Good night, Desi.” He said, before slipping out of the gate to slowly make his way back home in the dead of night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines - Weaver Way</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>10-04-2017, 11:36:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br><strong>Time | Location:</strong>&nbsp; Early Morning | June 3<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; As pictured<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Andi Lawson | <em>Mentioning:</em> Shane Eames<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Meeting someone new<br><br><hr><br>"You can come fawn over the car anytime," Sid offered before adding, "But only if you also agree to hanging out sometime. It was nice meeting you Andi," she said and watched as the blonde headed back off toward Desmond Way and hoped she'd find her friends house all right. She'd get there eventually...Towering Pines was only so big!<br><br>Turning back to the house she was just in time to see her brother come pounding out the door without even noticing the bags she had placed beside it. Watching him take off down the street she rolled her eyes slightly. How like a boy to so miss the obvious! No doubt the music playing through his earbuds was nearly deafening so she didn't bother hollering after him. Instead she caught the door before it could close fully and started pushing her bags inside.<br><br>With a small smirk she deliberately left one sitting right in the path he'd have to come through when he came home. If he was still moving with blinders on it would trip him up. If he'd started paying attention to his surroundings by the time he got home it would be his first clue that his older sister was there. <br><br><div align="center"> ~End Scene~</div>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>