A/N: Hello darlings. I've been in the writing mood, and decided to start a little light hearted story. It's an idea I borrowed from How I Met Your Mother and the 12 billion chick flicks I own.

1st REAL chapter will be up soonish. Just wanted to give you a little taste in the meantime. 3


"I saw it in a TV show once," I encouraged with a soft smile.

"Yeah? And how did that turn out for them?" His Caribbean blue eyes focused on me and a smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

I shrugged and looked up at him through my lashes. "I don't know, I didn't get to finish it, but I always liked the idea."

He quirked his head to the side slightly, taking a moment to contemplate my offer. Slowly, his smirk widened and spread out into a full fledged smile that made him look nearly ten years younger. "Alright. You're on."

My pulse started to race. I had never been one for casual encounters, and maybe it was the cheap champagne clogging my more reasonable senses, but I couldn't think of any reason not to.

"So let me get this right. No names, no numbers, and no strings?"

"Precisely."

In the background, I heard the bride call for all the single ladies to hit the dance floor for the bouquet toss. I had no intention of taking part in that insane ritual, but turned slightly in my seat, just enough to see Alice elbowing her way to the middle.

"What should I call you? Hey you doesn't exactly exude sex appeal," he said, bringing my attention back to him.

"Call me…" I looked around and my eyes focused on the floral centerpiece. "Call me Lilly."

"Lilly." He let the name roll off his tongue and fall out of those gorgeous, bitable lips. "I like that."

"And what am I calling you?"

He took a moment to consider. "How about you call me Emmett?" he suggested.

"I like it." I rose from my chair and reached out my hand. "Ready?"

His large hand enveloped mine firmly as he stood up, towering at least half a foot above my 5'9" frame. "Definitely," he replied. "Are you?"