Rachel moved inside the living room with her script and shook her head at the two boys playing video games, throwing curses at each other as they battled… with tiny little race cars? She shook her head, not understanding what was so important about a silly little video game, before plopping down in the middle of the two. The both ignored her until Noah won the round.
"Hey Rach," He drawled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek, his eyes never leaving the television, starting another round, the blonde to the left, never having to say a thing about a rematch. Noah just seemed to know.
"How was work?" Sam asked, taking his eyes off the screen to look at her. He was always the more polite and she leans up to press a kiss against his lips, rewarding him for his ability to pay her some attention.
"It was wonderful, Thank you, Samuel." She leans back with her script as Noah glares over at the big-mouthed man, who grins in return. It must be enough to challenge Noah, because he's now focusing his attention on the her.
"Really? How was Ethan?" He asked about her leading man, whom had injured himself a few days before. A light sprain, nothing that had kept the show from moving on. She was surprised that Noah had even been paying attention when she mentioned it.
"He's great. No limp or anything today," She presses her lips against his, unable to resist the proud look in his eyes that he had gotten it right.
"Well… How's-" Sam starts and she chuckles, realizing that their competitive nature has moved from the game to her. She shakes her head at her boys.
"Now, I know what you two are doing, go back to your game. I love you both, neither of you are going to win."
She watches as Sam and Noah look each other before reaching for their controllers at almost the exact time. She smiles over her script as they lean in, giving each other a kiss as the level loads, although all that is gone when the race counts now, their attention back to 'kicking each other's asses" at whatever the game is called.
