Author's Note: This, my readers, was FUN to write. Although, it didn't turn out as well as I had hoped... oh well! It has pervy and it has Seth, so I'm sure y'all will still enjoy it. ;d

Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' 'cept my own character

Summary: Seth loses a bet, and now must follow through with the consequences... which isn't that bad.

Chapter Four: Pick up Lines

Games

"Come on dude, you've got to do it." The other shape shifter egged on, causing Seth to groan.

"I was so sure I had that..." He sulked, and grudgingly snatched the piece of paper from Embry's hands. The circle of werewolves smiled widely at him, easily mistaken for a malicious grin. Or it was just a malicious grin that almost looked like a smile.

Seth's big brown eyes looked sadly at the paper, and began reading it.

"I can't say this to my girlfriend! My imprint partner! My life!" Seth pleaded, looking horrified at the messy script in his hand. He still couldn't figure out how he'd lost to that kid in arm wrestling in the first place!

"Oh, look, there she is! Now's your chance!" Brady said excitedly while pointing to Artemis, who stopped and looked at them with a raised eyebrow. She was tempted to just keep walking, but the group of werewolves looking at her like that made her stay in place.

"Hey guys..."

"Go!" Embry whispered, pushing Seth into a standing position. The teenager stumbled at first, but then started walking over to his girlfriend with a blush covering his face.

Artemis raised an unsure eyebrow at him, looking between him and his friends.

"Seth...?" She questioned.

"Hey, is that a ninja in your pants? Cuz your ass is kicking!"

"If you say that again you won't get in my pants." She said, and looked over at the giggling and snickering group of shape shifters, all of which were now trying desperately to act like they were playing a card game.

"My love for you is like the Energizer bunny, it keeps going and going." Seth said, briefly looking to the piece of paper then back to her.

"Um... that's good..."

"Ya know..." He mentally cringed. "I wish you were a screen door, that way I could slam you all night long." Seth said, and then bit down on his lip as he waited for her reaction. All the men behind him waited for it, waited for the slap they expected would come.

But then their eyes widened when she instead pressed herself against the tall wolf man and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Really, now?" She questioned with a smirk, and making his blush deepen.

"Next one!" Someone coughed.

"I... uh... how many bones are in the h-human body?"

"Hm... 206, I think?"

"Well, I... have 207."

"Really, now? Is the extra a little treat?" Artemis questioned, and tried to make herself look as sexy as possible as she made her cleavage more noticeable. Seth's eyes darted to the piece of paper.

"I... uh... If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg Christmas, can... can I visit you b-between the holidays?"

"But of course." She whispered in a low voice, and pulled his head down to meet hers, placing a rough kiss on his lips.

Behind him the Quiluette's jaws dropped.

When they separated, Art winked at him. "Next?"

"I... uh... can't find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into that cheap motel room."

"Aw, poor puppy." She whimpered, and stroked his face.

"Um... You're like milk, I just wanna make you part of my complete breakfast. If I told you that you had a great body, would you hold it against me? Shag me if I'm wrong, but isn't your name Gretchen?" He asked, going through the list easily now and smiling down at the short girl.

She smiled back, but then unwrapped her arms from him.

"Say as many horrible pick up lines you can until they slap you... interesting game. See you guys later." She said with a smile and wink, and then left the room.

Seth stood there a minute, absorbing everything that happened.

"I love her." He said with a sudden and wide grin, and then ran after her.

"I wish my girlfriend had figured it out..." Paul said sadly, and the others nodded in agreement as they rubbed their cheek in memory of their experience.