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[sub][i]A Collaboration Between: [@Bee], [@Fabricant451], [@Lovely Complex], and [@melissahart]
Featuring: [color=fff79a]Olivia Lee[/color]. [color=fffacd]Roz Norcross[/color], [color=d7ffab]Laurel Evanson[/color] and [color=e52b50]Honey Dalton[/color][/i][/sub][/center]
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This was not ideal. Olivia thought it would be all fun and games in this room, but now after having all of their clothes disappear, things weren’t so fun after all. Running around the room in her undies, Olivia looked in every single nook and cranny that was possible to find her dress along with whatever else everyone else was wearing. 

Now usually, if this was the summertime, it wouldn’t be so bad. But this was a boat in the Pacific Ocean in late winter. It wasn’t exactly beach weather, and Olivia (and surely the others) really didn’t feel like catching pneumonia. [color=fff79a][b]”I could’ve sworn our shit was right here!”[/b][/color] Olivia scratched her head, before turning around, [color=fff79a][b]”Any ideas, guys?”[/b][/color] The fighter was sure that it wasn’t a plan by one of them. So who would be dumb enough to steal the clothes of some of the toughest girls on campus?

Oblivious to the temperature of the room because she was one, still glowy clothed, and two, drunk AF, Honey leaned in closer toward Roz, not quite hearing that she agreed to ‘hang’ in the form of going out on the dock for air. The chatter was loud, since the girls still had a fair audience. Most enjoying the fact that someone stole their clothes. Someone in the crowd most definitely saw a tiny redhead crawling under the table, but that someone also didn’t care enough to stop her because naked girls for an entire boat party was far more rewarding than them clothed.  

[color=e52b50][b]“Roz, did you lose intentionally so you could show some skin?”[/b][/color] The dimpled blonde, whose smile was child-like and unbelievably sweet, with face point on that made it seem like she was wearing a glow-in-the-dark masquerade mask, innocently batted her light brown eyes. Even though outwardly, this sounded like her flirting, internally she was curious like a curious cat because based on her observation, Roz looked like an experienced card player, like her dad and uncles. Good poker face, a few tricks up their sleeves, and a winner’s demeanor. The loss didn’t add up unless it was [i]intentional[/i]. For her, perhaps? [i]Don’t get too excited, Honey Girl.[/i] Roz is just good at putting on a show. A show she was lucky enough to watch. 

Such a lucky girl. 

If the mood of the room was annoyance and anger, then Roz didn’t get the memo. Of the ones who had risked their skin in a friendly game of cards, Roz was somehow showing less than the others while also showing more. Her vest was doing a poor job at covering her very topless self but she at least still had her pants on; this was probably for the best as, like her bra had been before it was whisked away, her panties were not exactly built for showing off. In light of the incident, Roz had more immediate concerns to focus on, what the hell did she care if an old bra and an older shirt were stolen. At worst it’d fetch a few bucks. For Roz, what mattered wasn’t her revealing outfit, but the fact that there was a very drunk girl who was in need of supervision. Given the sorts of people on this boat, Roz wasn’t about to throw the girl to the wolves. Or the Sharks. 

[color=fffacd][b]”Intentionally lose? Does that seem like something I would do?”[/b][/color] Of course, Roz [i]did[/i] in fact intentionally lose a hand but that was before she had the vocal cheering section of one. Luck of the draw was not in her favor tonight, though with a deck stacked towards the others how could it have been? [color=fffacd][b]”And suppose I did. Lose intentionally. I seem to remember someone saying to ‘take them off’ but maybe I’m misremembering. Chalk it up to the booze, yeah?”[/b][/color] Roz was almost enjoying the little side conversation, at least enough to give it her full attention. Whatever her fellow strippers-in-arms were talking about might as well have been a foreign language where Roz was concerned. 

Patting her flushed cheeks, caught red handed from fangirling moments ago, Honey rested her cold hands on her face and cutely blew her bangs out of it. Roz was too smart for her own good! Or less drunk. Probably not drunk at all. Sighing in defeat, Honey admitted to her bold actions, [color=e52b50][b]“[i]Even[/i] if I didn’t drink, which hey, Zombies are really good, but like, really strong, like so strong, it wants to make me dead, I’d [i]still[/i] cheer you on! MAYBE less obvious. MAYBE less ballsy. But, and this is a big BUT, I’d [i]still[/i] cheer you on.”[/b][/color] Was this inadvertently a confession? Honey didn’t know. She was just being honest. Jax told her if people couldn’t handle the truth, they weren’t worth your time! Man, now that she thought about it, her brother was kind of cut-throat growing up… brutally honest, but honest nevertheless. Honesty was the best policy. No matter how sharp or dull it it was. 

Laurel exhaled loudly in disbelief of the scenario they were currently facing. Well this was just great!

Not.

Gambling was a win or lose, and in this situation, she was most definitely losing. Not only was she nearly naked, but her clothes- not to mention one of her favorite outfits- had [i]vanished[/i]. They say in Casinos that the house always wins, no matter how much you gain, and that saying rang true right now. Turning to Olivia as her cheeks began to grow redder, Laur nervously bit her fingernails and spoke.  [color=d7ffab][b]“You could’ve sworn? It’s either the clothes were there, or they were not, there’s no in between.”[/b][/color] She replied in a huff. Standing up and looking around, she tried to see if anyone was playing some sort of sick prank on them.  [color=d7ffab][b]“Ha, ha, very funny guys. Now give us our clothes back.”[/b][/color] Laurel spat at the crowd, to which she was met with empty gazes and the shaking of heads. 

[color=fff79a][b]”They were there. I’d bet my panties that they were literally at our feet.”[/b][/color] Olivia got up from looking underneath a couch of some sort and shook her head. [color=fff79a][b]”I think we’ve got ourselves a thief, folks. Now the question is… who?”[/b][/color] Olivia put her hands on her head and started walking around again. [color=fff79a][b]”Can’t be that hard to spot a yellow dress, though. I think I’ve got an idea.”[/b][/color]

Olivia ducked inside the bathroom for just a second to look for towels. Not those pussy ass small hand towels, but the big boy full-sized ones. It took her a cool forty-five seconds to finally find a stack of these towels, before she walked outside and handed one to Laurel. [color=fff79a][b]”This is gonna be our ‘dress’ while we hunt this fucker down. Got it?”[/b][/color]

Whatever was going on at the other side of the table was their business; of the three who had been victims of grand theft clothing, Roz was the least concerned. She had almost wanted to smirk at it all; wasn’t it Laurel who had mentioned hoping for an audience while the game was in its infancy? And yet now it was all panic and fluster. Roz was noticing a bit of a trend. So many liked to talk the talk but when it came to actually backing up the words, it was as disappointing as this party. Well, as she was engaged in a conversation that was at least a few notches above worrying about crappy clothes, the party was looking up just a tad. 

[color=fffacd][b]”Is that right? You sound like a fan, but unless I’ve got some double life I don’t know about, I ain’t exactly done anything to gush over. No sports, no nothing. Ain’t even at the top of the class. You must be drunker than you look if you think I’m worth cheerin’ on.”[/b][/color] Roz wasn’t quite sure how to take the information that she had a cheering fan; if she ever needed to start a fan club at least she knew who would make for a founding member. 

[color=e52b50][b]“If anyone’s told you you’re not worth cheering on, they’re buttcheeks.”[/b][/color] Honey made a grumpy face, before shaking her head in disagreement, [color=e52b50][b]“Heyyyyy, I may be [i]drunk[/i] but my daddy says a drunk mind speaks a sober heart and I’ve never, ever, ever told a lie before!”[/b][/color] 

Looking over to the perturbed girls, Honey tilted her head in confusion, [color=e52b50][b]“Here take my hoodie.”[/b][/color] She tossed it at the blond. Technically it wasn’t her’s to give, but hey, [color=e52b50][b]“I can get a new one! No biggie.”[/b][/color] Shi would forgive her. With her jacket now off, her shoulders and stomach were [i]bare[/i] and  [i]exposed[/i]. Her strapless sports bra only covered so much, but she didn’t care. People could get a better look at the universe on her skirt! 

Not really explaining what she liked about Roz, Honey bounced up, yes, her chest also giving a little bounce, and she grinned down at her crush, [color=e52b50][b]“I want more drink. You should come with me!”[/b][/color] 

Laurel was about to put on the towel as a pseudo-dress, but was eternally thankful when Honey threw the [url=https://cdn-img-2.wanelo.com/p/64f/619/3dd/c21117e14d41583b3afad4f/x354-q80.jpg]hoodie[/url] at her. It may have been sheer, but it was certainly better than nothing. Nodding in appreciation, she slipped the holographic fabric over her shoulders and zipped up the sweatshirt. Now calmer, she attempted to think of at least a semblance of a plan. [color=d7ffab][b]“I guess the only thing we can do is go and look. We’ve got nothing less to lose.”[/b][/color] Replying to Olivia with a smirk, she glanced over to Roz. [color=d7ffab][b]“Hey, you coming?”[/b][/color] She asked, running a hand through her hair.

Watching Honey chuck her weird sweater thing at Laurel, Olivia finished putting on her towel-dress. Looking over at Laurel, she nodded in agreement with her plan. [color=fff79a][b]”Sounds like a good plan to me.”[/b][/color] She tightened the dress and made sure it wouldn’t accidentally fall off before gesturing to the open door. [color=fff79a][b]”Whoever I find is gonna like… get it.”[/b][/color]

What an odd sort this drunkent hot mess was. Who said ‘buttcheeks’? If Roz had to hazard a guess, and she was, she was dealing with someone who might not have been used to alcohol or the vibe of parties like this. As much as she liked to claim she knew everything about everyone, there were some gaps in her knowledge. Roz figured it was a good thing that she didn’t immediately know everything about this girl. That way she could be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise. The surprise came when she tossed a hoodie to Laurel which was probably not a huge, grandiose gesture but it was a nice, charitable gesture all the same and that was rare enough by the students of Beverly Hills High to impress Roz. Roz was so impressed that her eyes didn’t so much as glance when Honey did a little bounce, they were on Honey’s face as if Roz were trying to get a read on the girl, to see what she was like outside of the drunken antics. Honest, potentially altruistic, there was something there, a diamond in the outhouse that was this entire school. Curious. 

[color=fffacd][b]“Am I coming?”[/b][/color] Roz finally took a moment to break her gaze to the others in the game room, specifically to Olivia. [color=fffacd][b]“Not unless you take my pants off too, and even then I don’t think you’re quite up to the task. Nah. What I’m doing is going. With her.”[/b][/color] Roz gestured with her head towards Honey before turning back to face her once more. [color=fffacd][b]”Someone’s gotta keep her from getting into trouble. You kids have fun with your naked shit, I’m sure you’ll find someone out there thinking of you in their rooms tonight.”[/b][/color]