Really stupid compilation of drabbles. Don't judge me!

DISCLAIMER: WoWP is not mine (unfortunately)

She watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, her stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. She knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars he got from wolfing up nearly faded.

"Five dollars says you can't do it again," she said, coming up behind him.

Mason looked back and grinned. "Its not your money I want, Brown Eyes."

"Hey now, kids, let's keep this discussion PG-rated," Justin warned.

"All three remaining pins," she challenged Mason.

"What kind of prize are we talking about?" he asked.

"Seriously," Justin cried. "Can't this wait until you're alone?"

Mason gave her a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table.

"Aye, now you're in trouble, lass," Max shouted at Alex in his phony Scottish accent over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Mason. Mason leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at her. The gesture said it all: Pay up.

"You got lucky," Alex said.

"I'm about to get lucky."

"Okay, I've done a lot of stupid things," she said in an undertone, half-whisper, half-shout. "But this is just crazy,"

"I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you."

"Ready?"

She smiled and cracked her knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that."

Amusement softened his eyes.

"I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" she added.

Mason grinned. "Sounds promising."

"Why are you being so mean to me?" Mason pouted. Alex feigned a gasp and brought her hand up to her mouth in mock surprise.

"Mason, I am not being mean...exactly," He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Oh fine, I'm being mean," she said. "But only because I love you," She pinched his cheek affectionately. Mason looked confused.

"Does that ever work?"

"On my mother it does."

"I'm not your mother."

"I know that already, because I'm enjoying your company." He half-glared at her.

"Is everything a joke to you?" he asked.

She looked at him solemnly. "Not everything."

"Like what?"

"You."

"Lets go out,"

"For what?"

"Bellydancing," she slapped his arm playfully. He smiled at her.

"But really, for what?"

"To eat, of course." She considered it for a moment, then walked over to the fridge and inspected its contents.

Nothing here except for some cold cuts and…wait a minute…" she peered inside carefully. "Are those socks?"

"Yeah," Max said, trooping down the stairs. "I filled them up with water. Now I can walk around drinking sock-water." Alex rolled her eyes and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She looked back into the fridge, shook her head, and plopped down on the couch next to her werewolf boyfriend.

"Where to?" she asked.

"I dunno," he shrugged. "How about we go out for some tacos?"

"Tacos?" she echoed.

This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese."

"I know what a taco is!"