"Ok, am I the only one freaked out by that?" Mac inquired, staring up at Josh quizzically. He only smirked, and rolled on to his back. Mac, now laying on top of him, blinked down at the male. "Better?"
"Uhm... If I knew what the hell was going on, then... I'd know what the hell was going on." Mac replied, gray lamps narrowing to unamused slits, tone quite flat. "Will this help?" Quiery followed by a lengthy kiss from the male, to which MacKenzie didn't even protest.
~oOo~
"Why the hell does everyone have to yell at me? I haven't done anything! God, is it a crime to be myself?" Rylie grumbled, seated in her hotel room. According to Ric, her immature behavior deserved a child's reprimand. His exact words where 'If you're going to act like a child, then you'll be punished like a child. Therefore, you're on time out, so go to your room.' Rylie now sat in her room, furiously flicking tv stations and muttering to herself.
"Stupid sons o' bitches, don't even give me a fucking chance to do fuck shit all. I'm fucking tired of this fucking place, these fucking people and all their damned sticks that seem to be shoved up their fucking asses all the fucking time!" A light knock at the door, diverted the fuming female's attention from the tv. "Who the hell is it and what the fuck do you want?" She hollered, not bothering to rise from her current perch, being sprawled across the bed.
"It's Randy." Came the reply, muffled by the door. Rylie growled, returning her attention to the tv. "Fuck off." Randy hit the door with his hand, burning with anger. "Damn it, let me in!" He returned, kicking the door to get his point across. Rylie snarled, before lifting and stalking over to the door. Throwing it open, she glared at the male.
"What the hell do you want?" She hissed, hazel eyes narrowed to mere slivers. "Can I at least come in?" Randy retorted, his own eyes a mirror image of the fem's. After a moments hesitation, she jerked out of the doorway's path, allowing him to enter. Randy stalked into the room, waiting for her to let the door slam shut before turning around.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" He started, arms crossed. Rylie simply glowered, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Fuck woman, it seems like I'm the peacekeeper, and all you fucking do is bite my head off for it!"
"It's not like you don't deserve it. All I wanted was a chance to prove how good I was. Did anyone even try to support me? NO! Paul hated me from the beginning, Ric hates me, Dave just can't stand me and-" Her tirade was cut short, as Randy stepped towards her, kissing her forcefully.
"Uhm... If I knew what the hell was going on, then... I'd know what the hell was going on." Mac replied, gray lamps narrowing to unamused slits, tone quite flat. "Will this help?" Quiery followed by a lengthy kiss from the male, to which MacKenzie didn't even protest.
~oOo~
"Why the hell does everyone have to yell at me? I haven't done anything! God, is it a crime to be myself?" Rylie grumbled, seated in her hotel room. According to Ric, her immature behavior deserved a child's reprimand. His exact words where 'If you're going to act like a child, then you'll be punished like a child. Therefore, you're on time out, so go to your room.' Rylie now sat in her room, furiously flicking tv stations and muttering to herself.
"Stupid sons o' bitches, don't even give me a fucking chance to do fuck shit all. I'm fucking tired of this fucking place, these fucking people and all their damned sticks that seem to be shoved up their fucking asses all the fucking time!" A light knock at the door, diverted the fuming female's attention from the tv. "Who the hell is it and what the fuck do you want?" She hollered, not bothering to rise from her current perch, being sprawled across the bed.
"It's Randy." Came the reply, muffled by the door. Rylie growled, returning her attention to the tv. "Fuck off." Randy hit the door with his hand, burning with anger. "Damn it, let me in!" He returned, kicking the door to get his point across. Rylie snarled, before lifting and stalking over to the door. Throwing it open, she glared at the male.
"What the hell do you want?" She hissed, hazel eyes narrowed to mere slivers. "Can I at least come in?" Randy retorted, his own eyes a mirror image of the fem's. After a moments hesitation, she jerked out of the doorway's path, allowing him to enter. Randy stalked into the room, waiting for her to let the door slam shut before turning around.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" He started, arms crossed. Rylie simply glowered, arms crossed in front of her chest. "Fuck woman, it seems like I'm the peacekeeper, and all you fucking do is bite my head off for it!"
"It's not like you don't deserve it. All I wanted was a chance to prove how good I was. Did anyone even try to support me? NO! Paul hated me from the beginning, Ric hates me, Dave just can't stand me and-" Her tirade was cut short, as Randy stepped towards her, kissing her forcefully.