Liar, Liar
"You are such a liar!" JJ accused as she walked into the room.
Dave put down the book he was reading and picked up his glass of scotch. "What!"
"You heard me. Liar, liar pants on fire!" she retorted. She leaned against the doorframe one hand on her hip and the other behind her back.
"What are talking about?" Dave asked patiently as he took a sip of his drink while simultaneously trying to recall when he may have spoken out of turn.
"You totally lied to me on the plane to Atlantic City."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "About what?"
"You said you don't watch gangster movies," she told him.
"I don't."
JJ pulled her arm from behind her back and held up 2 vcr tapes. "What are these? Robin and the Seven Hoods? Oceans Eleven. If I remember right they are gangster movies…"
"No they're not," Dave replied defensively.
JJ smirked. "They're not? Then what are they?"
"They are classics," Dave stated quietly.
"They are gangster movies, David. Classic or not. They are all about a bunch of men getting together to perpetrate crimes."
Dave shook his head. "It's the Rat Pack, JJ, not a bunch of criminals."
JJ laughed "You are incorrigible."
Shaking her head she turned and started walking out of the room.
"Can I have my movies back?" Dave hollered after her.
"Not if you want to sleep in my bed tonight," she replied loudly.
"Blackmail," Dave muttered. "This is why people shouldn't watch gangster movies."
