A/N:Hellooo~ again,please ignore how utterly random this. :) I do NOT in any way,shape or form own LWD or any characters therein.
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"No." Casey's staring at the television screen in abject horror. It's freezing ass cold because the air conditioner decided to be funny and break when it was 33 degrees out, and she's sitting in the middle of the couch limbs pulled in close to her body to try and warm herself. And Derek is sitting beside her, but she's recently put about a foot of space between them, so now there really cold, but he's smirking, 'cause damn, this is pretty great.
"Come on Casey," He's almost singing her name," just say it,"
She glares at him and utters a curt no. He just looks at her thinking of the best way to go about this. He could poke at her honor, about how he simply can't believe the Casey McDonald would go back on her word, and that a bet is a bet…no matter how stupid. Tell her she's being juvenile, he smirks then decides against it not wanting her to go into an hour long rant about how SHE couldn't possibly juvenile or immature and that that was his job. So, he pats her hand.
She looks at him suspiciously.
"What are you doing?"
" Mm,mm,nothing." She narrows her eyes and his hand moves up a bit.
"Der-ek! What do you think you're doing?!"
And he tickles her, it's a mad fight and she's trying so hard to push him off, but she can't stop laughing. Her face becomes red from lack of oxygen, and he thinks, now is the time.
"Say it Case."
She gasps for breath and coughs out, "never."
So he continues until she has to pee, and she's yelling at him.
And finally, finally, victory is his and she says,
"You are the Wheel Of Fortune King." Then she runs for the bathroom.
Derek is left sitting on the couch and it's still freezing, but he's smiling, and he doesn't know why he tried so hard…but he feels oddly accomplished. Especially when he hears Casey's girl scream because the toilet seat is cold.
