If there was one thing that Gwen had never seen herself doing was walking into the party in nothing but her swimsuit. The circumstances in which she found herself in though had prompted her to abandon the search for her clothes which had been spirited away by one of the mischievous dogs that always managed to worm their way out of their masters yard's. Her sister was a rather notorious party-goer. Not much to drink and never one to do drugs Gwen had received an unexpected text that hinted that her sister was in the middle of a rather sticky situation. Unsure of what to do and afraid to waste time looking for clothes Gwen had toweled off her figure and donning her flip flops she had slid into her car and rushed to the party.
Now it seemed to have been one of her poorest judgments though as the stares that penetrated her figure seemed to follow her through the party as Gwen finally spotted her sister. Cornered by a rather intimidating man but enjoying herself profusely. And no more than three bodies over was her sister's cell phone with one of her girlfriends who was quite clearly over the legal limit of alcohol limit. Color rose into Gwen's cheeks realizing that not only that her sister was a slut but that she had been lured to the party in her swimsuit and without gaining the attention of her sister she headed back to the door but it seemed that her urgent path through the crowd was suddenly occupied by at least two dozen people and throwing away manners she tried to force her way through only to fall to her hands and knees and trying to avoid getting her hands stepped on by the grinding, jumping bodies around her.
((PM me to continue! I have other RPCs, starters, and ideas if you do not like this one. If you do choose to respond to this, please be interesting. Be the Devil looking for a bride or a secret agent in need for a cover, anything but a horndog or party goer.))
