God forbid this happened, but this is just a little taste of what would happened if Eve and Shane make a little… mistake. I know, I know , I would HATE if this happened but.. Ya know, I thought this would be fun to try :D so here it is…
Claire was out, grocery shopping with Michael. Everybody kind of avoided buying food, and with the big game tonight, they definitely needed something to munch on now. It was eight forty, and since the game would start in twenty minutes Eve and Shane were getting the living room of the Glass house ready by pushing back the couches, sliding the coffee table away and laying blankets and pillows all over the carpet infront of the TV so they'd all be comfy. Shane had four- no five… no definitely six beers throughout the day, and Eve had three, so both were considerably drunk.
"Hey, hey, hey, Eve." Shane laughed for no reason; Eve looked over and saw Shane was in the fetal position on the floor. "Im a snaaail!" Shane drew out. Eve broke down laughing, giggling, hysterically.
"Ahaha! Hey! Do you know people have sex in that position!" Eve mumbled through funny-tears. All of a sudden Shane stopped laughing and just stared at Eve. "What, bitch?" Eve asked him. Fucking weirdo- She thought widly.
"Lets… Lets try it! You get fetal and I'll- I'll-"
Eve was already pushing Shane down on the blankets, ready for anything. Geuss they weren't thinking.
Luckily, before the two passed out afterwards, they'd threw their clothes back on. So when Michael and Claire walked in the house fifteen minutes later, they didn't suspect a thing.
"Awww." Claire looked at the two on the blankets. "Look at them." She carried the bags to the kitchen and began to put things away. "We should skip the game. Im beat." She told Michael when he carried the rest in. The two got dressed for bed and then turned the light and TV off before lying down with there respectable- GUILTY- partners. "Night, Mike."
"Night, Claire."
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