" Illegal move, Steve. Forfeit." No can do, ladies. If you want to set up some rules-" Fine. *FINE*. New rule, belts don't count." Jen downed what was...left inher glass and waved it in the air to indicate another was needed.Fresh drinks were poured and sipped while tempers cooled.The next round was even more contentious, Jen won and not only did Adehave the opportunity to remove her remaining sock, Steve took his watchoff.Jen had to stand up she was so mad, opening the window to yell. Not just staring, but the awkward kind kids do when they see something intriguing, not caring about what the subject of their staring thinks of them. "What's with her?" I asked the other two. "I think she wants to make out," Vicky replied. She seemed just as weirded out by that as I was. "She does?" I asked. "What's keeping her?"Dannii called Ana's name to snap her out of it, and then said something in Russian (which I obviously didn't understand) and nodded (which I obviously did). Ana came. I wanted to run. I all but literally shook in my ostentatious shoes. I grinned, turned, and stepped forward. Rena managed to hang on, smile supportively, and lead the way, all at once. Our golf cart had been summoned away. A dark black limousine waited for us. The Valkyrie, from the wave pool in The Castle, a blonde as tall as she was striking, stood outside the opened back door. She was dressed in a dark leggings, a short skirt, and a chauffeur’s jacket and coat. Chauffeuse? I wondered. It’s. Letting out a small sigh you glance to your left, further along the row is Kim. She runs a hand through her short blonde hair and stifles a yawn with her hand. Tall and athletic, she seems as bored as you are in this class. You can't remember the last time you saw her out of her sports uniform but you can't complain, the tight blue sweatpants leave little to your imagination. You gather she must have been running this morning and you catch yourself trying to work the outline of her small.