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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 5:00 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Rutilio hadn't realized he was interrupting something between Brazil and Venezuela until it was too late. The state gave the nation a sheepish grin at the glare he received but it was hard for him to feel guilty. Romero's eyes were all sparkly and he looked like he had a nasty case of puppy love brewing there. Juliana wasn't even trying and she already had at least one guy fawning at her feet. She really was a natural flirt! No wonder she had been growing so much in popularity as an upcoming major world power. Florida would have to keep an eye on her since she might be more than just a tourism rival after all.
Not to mention he saw a lot of opportunities for fun with the tequila-jello genius around~!
Florida chuckled to himself and rolled his eyes at the coward remark. "It is not my fault you were out shinned by a pinata," he teased once Juliana was out of earshot. Romero wasn't quite out of the game yet and Rutilio slightly raised his glass for good luck as the Venezuelan went to blindfold the beautiful blonde.
His attention finally fell back on the ghost and Cuba who seemed to be debating over the moral implications of smashing in an America pinata. Oh, boy. She had to bring up something he really hadn't wanted to talk about. "Franny, was it?" he said more than asked with a smile as he walked over to them. "Juan and Alfred have a complicated relationship and I personally prefer him taking it out on a pinata instead of actually attacking our nation. Do not worry yourself about the details. Why don't you have some tequila or vodka? You are old enough to drink, si?" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 5:49 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬  As her gaze finally fell upon her Cuban friend who seemed to be discouraged over something that she just couldn't peg at the moment, her vision was immediately darkened as the handkerchief was tied at the back of her head. But it wasn't so much the impaired vision that got to her, but it was the soothing voice of the man who had just blinded her that roused a reaction from the buxom blond. A shiver was immediately sent up her spine, which shook and curved with the new delightful sensation. The grip on the bat tightened somewhat as her lucious lips parted and curved while a gasp emitted from her throat in surprise. From the rugged undertones of the voice, whose hot breath tingled on her ear, Juliana--even in her intoxicated state--indentified Romero as the person who was now behind her.
Deciding to have a bit more fun with this, Juliana loosened the grip on the bat somewhat as her grin widened. "A-Ah, você me assustou." She told him in a heated whisper, allowing her body to fall the few inches that separated their bodies before her back made contact with his taut chest and stomach. Turning her head to the side so that her lips were closer to his ear now, she breathed sensually a few times before her lips made a quick popping sound. "Romero," She said in a tone that was only audible to the Venezuelan behind her. "Eu adoro você~" Her lips continued to linger for a moment longer before the Brazilian turned her head forward once more with a satisfied giggle. Rocking her body forward, Juliana peeled herself away from her Spanish neighbor, taking a step or two forward in any direction that she deemed fit. But as she stepped forward in the direction that she thought was correct, the blond actually found herself running into the Alfredp pinata, it conking herself on the forehead enough to cause a light "Eeep!" to escape her lips.
Her hands groped in the space before her before her left hand took hold of the bottom of the pinata, her airly grin returning once more. Taking her left hand back and gripping onto the bat once more, she lifted it above her head before she dragged it down, almost like she were a lumberjack chopping a piece of wood in half. With the amount of force she was using as well as the different angle that she decided to attack the pinata with, it swung to the left quickly before the string that held it to the ceiling snapped and the head of the American came crumbling down. But the intoxicated Juliana didn't really know what was going on and instead just held the bat in her right hand as she looked around, although her eyes were still covered by her blind fold, smiling derpily in any direction she could find. "Did I win~?" She then asked, not making any attempt to remove the hankerchief to see for herself.
[Out.Of.Rio: Ah, você me assustou >> You scared me;
Eu adoro você >> I adore you. ]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:13 pm
 RomeroxValentín
 República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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Romero had just finished tying the knot when Juliana caught on to his presence and leaned back into him, whispering sweet nothings to him in the same dialect. The Venezuelan, for his part, just stood there, breathing in her tropical scent, before he remembered that everyone else was waiting for the Brazilian to take a swing. He nudged her gently off of him, and she readily regained her footing, letting ot an intoxicated giggle as she did. Then he backed up to avoid getting hit in the head and watche4 as she made her stand.
Juliana approached the Alfred piñata from a crazy angle, an understandable error given that she was both drunk and deprived of her vision. As a result, her forehead found her target well before the rest of her did, and it was rapped upon many times by the yoy before het hand finally grabbed it and held it in place. Romero raised an eyebrow. In Venezuela, no one grabbed the piñata like that, unless they wanted to break their fingers. Juliana then proceeded to rear her free hand back with the bat in tow before bringing both down on Nantucket in much the same way Romero would drive a nail into wood with a hammer. Such was the force of the blow that the Brazilian actually managed to bring down the entire piñata. It snapped off of the ceiling and plopped down on the floor near her feet, no longer supported by its flimsy little string.
"Did I win?" Juliana asked, without removing her handkerchief. Romero leaned around her to check.
Though Alfred was now grounded, he was not broken. "Uh... No, hermana; you only knocked him down," he told her, discomfited. What sort of glue did Juan stock his dorm with, gorilla?
At least this meant the Cuban had a second chance at defeating his foe once and for all. "Juan, would you do the honors?" Romero asked him. As for the Venezuelan, one swipe had been enough. Not that he would refuse if Juan couldn't break the American effigy this time.
 Out of Caracas: Hmmm, I see a trip or a victory coming; depends on who replies first.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:24 am
 Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorSo, no one was able to smash Alfred's face in? Well, it's his turn again. This time, he'll give it the ultimate whack. He took the bat, not giving anyone time to wrap a hankerchief over his eyes. Juan readied his bat, like a baseball player would, attempting to hit a home run. "Take this, you b*****d!!!" With one wicked swing, he smashed the pinata in and all the contents insdie spilled out.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: I win, fools! ;D)Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:11 pm
Franny A free spirt that stays with Conneticut for some reason... ________________________________________ Franny looked at the state. "oh...." she, she didn't know .about the Cuban not liking the America. She lived up North, and was dead. So she didn't take part in listing to news. "of course I'm old enough to drink!" she said quickly. She watched Cuba smash her nation open. She couldn’t help but flinch a little. "Well Cuba said Argentine was around, so I'm going to go put him into a fear coma" She said floating up and snagging some of the Alfred Piñata’s brain candy and floating to the wall barrier that separated this dorm and the other with her Conne inside. She then threw some candy through it. "I hope that hit him..." she then gave a sigh. "Well bye Alfred haters" she said floating toward the door and fazing through it. It would be easy to find this Argentines dorm. Very easy! < >
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:31 pm
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ Florida couldn't resist flinching himself when he saw Cuba take a bat to Alfred's head and smash it open. The American shifted uncomfortably on his feet, but he was all too aware of how Juan felt towards his nation so he said nothing. It wasn't really his place to judge and Rutilio continued to hope that once Castro was out of the picture maybe relations would improve. Maybe. Life would certainly be a lot easier on Florida if they could learn to get along and he felt sorry for his Cubans who weren't able to freely visit their families. It was hard being separated from people you loved because of political grudges beyond your control...
"T-That was a great swing," Rutilio praised with a slightly nervous smile as the American watched "America's" brains spill out over the floor. He didn't make any move to get some of the candy although he didn't seem to mind others gathering up the treats.
He only watched Franny leave curiously, wondering if it was really ok to let her unleashed upon Argentina if he really did frighten as easily as everyone said. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 12:51 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorJuan dropped the bat and knelt down to gather Alfred's candy brain guts "Haha, I win, you stupid American!" He unwrapped a candy bar and ate it "Mmm, pretty good. Hey guys! Come get some candy!"{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 1:43 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ When the Venezuelan told her that she hadn't broken open the pinata and instead just grounded it, a slight whine escaped from Juliana's throat. As the bat was taken from her grip, she lifted her hands to the knot that continued to hold the handkerchief. She fiddled with it for a moment or two, but finding that she was unable to undo it, the Brazilian bombshell groaned softly before she just tugged on the entire piece of cloth and removed it from her head, which took a bit of effort but she eventually just held the tied blindfold in her left hand before placing it gingerly on the table closest to her.
Suddenly, she heard a loud crack! followed by a number of smaller objects hitting the floor before rolling around for a moment. Turning away from the table, Juliana then witnessed Juan dropping the bat that he had just used in pummeling the American pinata before kneeling down to scoop up some of the innerds. "Good job Juan~!" The Brazilian exclaimed as she held up a fist in victory, a wide, drunken grin etching itself across her striking features. When Juan offered candy to the rest of the group, Juliana couldn't help but become immediately excited for the chocolates. Since she was the largest producer of cocoa beans in South America, she knew that chocolate is bascially going to become extinct in the next few years due to all of the cocoa farm strikes that still continue to rise. "Oh, oh! Yes, I do~!" She exclaimed as she fell to her knees besides Juan and picked up a chocolate bar.
Tearing off the wrapper with her canines, which she usually did with more packaged products, Juliana quickly took in the intoxicating aroma that was cocoa. Boy did she love chocolate. If she could have one guilty pleasure than it would be chocolate. Taking her first bite into the candy, the Brazilian's eyes lit up with ecstacy, stars seeming to sparkle within her emerald spheres as she cherished its bold taste. "Mmm, Juan! This is sooo good~!" She exclaimed, swaying back and forth from the excitement of it all. But before she was able to take another bite, she tilted her head all of the way back so that Romero and Rutilio looked upside down from her angle, a dazed grin continuing to grace her features. "Rutilio! Romero! Where's the other pinata?" She asked with a light giggle. "I want to take more shots~!"
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:22 pm
RomeroxValentín
República Bolivariana de Venezuela
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"Haha! You got him good, hermano!" Romero crowed, knowing full well how anti-American he sounded right then. Not wanting to get left in the dust, he too dived for the candy that had spilled everywhere in the aftermath of Juan's ferocious strike. Not that the supply was in danger of running out, for Rutilio had foregone his candy-snatching opportunity to speak with Juliana's 'demon'.
The Venezuelan paused in his own gathering of sweets to listen to the exchange. Sending Franny off to scare Luis didn't sound like an especially great idea to him. Almost two hours had passed he'd arrived at this party; even the most anxious person would've fallen asleep by now. He popped a few of the treats into his mouth, savoring their sweet ly complementary flavors before swallowing. "Que delicioso, hermano!" he exclaimed. "You always have the best sweets, Juan!"
Juliana was likewise enjoying the American effigy's candy brains, electing to track down every last piece of chocolate Alfred had had in him. She obviously wanted more piñata-smacking fun, and Romero hardly needed to hear her ask for the other piñata. Ruti looked around eagerly for the alcoholic piñata, and even Juan seemed to want to attack his little blasphemy as well. Stuffing as much candy as he could into his pants pockets, Romero stood and ran into the kitchen, grabbing the colorful equine without breaking stride. "Aquí es!" he announced, stretching to tie it to the ceiling before backing up. "Vámanos! I want to try this tequila jello, too!"
Out of Caracas: This one's not falling off the roof. Same rules apply. I call last hit! Romero at least will get drunk quicker since this stuff is now REALLY concentrated. smile || Hohoho... Romero's gonna be in so much trouble when he gets back.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:29 pm
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuba laughed out loud. Smashing Alfred's face in was the ebst thing he ever did. Wonder if the real one would spill candy guts? "Time for the other pinata~ The one meant for us adults, si?" Who knows? Maybe they could make money selling these pinatas. if Mexico never found out.{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 8:32 pm
Armelle of the Forest The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ All of Florida's concerns and insecurities about the America face smashing utterly vanished when he realized what was to come. "Tequila pinata~!" he all but sang joyfully. "Oh, Juliana, tell me it is ready! Let it be so!" he all but swooned, hoping her jello shots were all set and they could start having at it. Not that he hadn't had more than enough tequila already, but he was absolutely tickled pink at the idea of getting even more of his favorite treat into him. If he was still able to think straight then he was not drunk enough yet! ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 9:34 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorThe Cuban went over to his friend and patted his back "Ruti, I think you had a bit too much alcohol. You're completely drunk."{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:36 am
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Juliana bit down on the chocolate bar, but not hard enough so that it would snap, before she raised to her feet, the candy still sticking out of her mouth. When she stood up, she lifted a hand and removed her guilty pleasure from her plump lips before they quickly curved into a bright, airy grin. "The shots are ready, they just need to be put into the pinata before we could hit at it~!" The Brazilian bombshell exclaimed excitedly as she then spun around and headed as quickly as she could into the kitchen. After a moment or two of rustling around, she then emerged with a rather large bowl of differently colored eggs, there being about five colors in all.
"Okay, the green ones are tequila, the blue ones are vodka, the red ones are rum, but the yellow and purple ones are wild cards so take them if you dare~!" Juliana told everyone as she looked from Juan to Kartlos to Rutilio and finally to Romero, who was currently setting up the pinata that they would use to get even more drunk. It took the bodacious blond a few moments of looking at the colored horse and back to her large bowl of eggs before she realized that Romero had set up the horse before actually putting the shots inside of it. With this new discovery, Juliana perched the bowl on her hip, holding it in place with her right arm as she walked over to Romero. Placing the bowl of eggs on the table, Juliana--as sneakily as she could--then wrapped her arms around Romero's waist once more, pulling him to her. Raising herself onto the balls of her feet, the intoxicated Brazilian was able to look over her northern neighbor's shoulder, resting her chin on his broad shoulder. "Ah meu caro," She breathed softly as she stared at the pinata from this almost new perspective. "Romero, we forgot to put the eggs into the pinata~!" She then continued in a more audible tone as the corners of her lips curved to reveal her straight white teeth. She stared up at him from the corners of her eyes as her fingers spread and interlaced together over his taut stomach. "We should fix that~!"
[Out.Of.Rio: Ah meu caro >> Oh my dear]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 10:42 am
Juan MachadoThe Headstrong JuniorEggs? Maybe Juliana had a bit too much as well. And why was she being all sweet-like on Romero? Were those two a couple or something?{Translations: }(Out of Havana: )Cuban Republic
Republica de Cuba
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 11:38 am
The State of Florida
Rutilio Acosta Carriedo
Grade 10
The Sunny Sophomore!
Florida isn't so much a place
where one goes to reinvent oneself,
as it is a place where one goes
if one no longer wished to be found.
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ "I am not drunk enough!" Rutilio objected as if there was some desirable level beyond completely drunk. He blinked as he watched Brazil and Venezuela a moment, too, before snickering with a slight snort. Being extremely focused on tourism, he recognized when another tourist industry giant was at work. Being flirty and attractive was how you got attention after all! It was part of the job, but sometimes it was easy to accidentally slip into that mode since it came naturally after a while or go a bit too far if you had too much to drink. "At least I am not that drunk yet~!" he said cheerfully.
But it was really tempting to have another flirt off against Juliana. He started snickering all over again at the thought of Romero's face if they had a little competition with him as the goal. Kartlos had been willing to go along with the Floridian's antics at the General Store but he was pretty sure the big, tough warrior nation might not take it so well. Not to mention Cuba might give him a solid thwack for being so silly.
"Juliana, put your chest into it!" Florida advised as he raised his mostly empty tequila glass encouragingly for her to press her boobs against her current victim's back. Even if she was acting out because of alcohol it was still a good opportunity for her to get more tourists from Venezuela. "You've almost got him!" ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀ <>
<> Florida has its own rhythm, too.
People go to work,
they watch their children learn and grow
and start families of their own.
They play in the sun and pass their lives
enjoying the outsized blessings
that make our state unique.
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