FASH: Here we are, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I do, well, since I haven't wrote it in present times, will, anyways, on with the fic!
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Tana shifted uncomfortably as Robert continued to openly gape at her. 'Well, at least I got some kind of reaction out of him.' Indeed she did, for Robert was now thinking up some very uncharacteristic thoughts, let us amuse ourselves by taking a look into these thoughts. 'I just want to wrap my arms around her and crush her to me, and then make her mine-' I think that's as far as I'll go for a PG13 fic, anyways, the point is, Robert's OOC thoughts were running through his mind, and his conscience seemed to be sitting back and enjoying the new train of thought. When he finally shook some sense into himself he noticed his teammates were chuckling and Tana was blushing appealingly.
The first thing that came to Robert's mind, other than the extra thoughts that were very distracting was. "Where on earth did you get that?" He asked pointing to the cloth covering Tana's exquisite form. "Enrique got a maid to give me some spare 'pajamas.'" Tana used that word very lightly, and Robert sent a glare over in Enrique's direction, the blonde just smiled as if he were very proud of himself. 'Oh I bet he is proud of himself.' Robert thought with a roll of his eyes, Tana seemed to be looking at Enrique warily. 'Good God, what has he done now?' "Anyways, I believe it is time to retire." He said as he began walking out if the room, past Tana.
"Robeerrttt!" Oliver whined in a most unbecoming way as he made a dash for Robert's form and literally tackled him to the floor, who would have thought Oliver had it in him?
"Oof!" Robert managed to break his fall with his arms instead of his face, but that didn't really stop him from glaring at the boy projectile. "And why, pray tell, did you do that?" He asked as Oliver got up, dusted himself off, and smiled in a rather distressed way. "Because, what's the fun of having your old 'friend' over if you're not going to spend any time with her?" Robert hated to admit it, but the feminine boy was right, he sighed in a rather submissive way. "I'll be back in a minute." He slowly walked up and up and up to his room.
Tana gave Oliver an odd look. "Did you really have to tackle him?" She asked incredulously, Oliver smiled and shook his head no. "Then why did you?" "Because it was fun." Tana slowly backed away from Oliver, the only person she now thought was anywhere close to normal now that was in the room was Johnny, and she wasn't sure if he'd seem normal for much longer. "What'cha doing?" Tana asked s she looked over Johnny shoulder and into the confines of a, chess magazine. "I have to beat Robert." He growled out as he seemed to memorize the moves on the pages, Tana slowly began backing away. "Oh, don't worry about him, he's just sour because he beat his own worst record, it used to be seven-zero, but now it's ten-zero." Enrique chuckled and Johnny sent a quick glare his way. "May I remind you of how much you suck at tennis?" Enrique immediately shut up and Tana giggled to herself.
"And what is so funny?" Tana turned and took in the sight before her, Robert in black pajama pants, and that was it, no shirt, jut the pats, Tana had to control herself not to get a nosebleed.
"What's the matter Robert, to hot for you to wear all of your pajamas?" Johnny asked snidely as he looked up from his chess magazine. "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." Robert answered and went to stand beside Tana who was lost in thought. 'Humidity, isn't that when it's warm and you get all sticky from sweat? Mmmmm, Robert covered in a sheen of sweat.' Tana eyes glazed over as he continued picturing Robert in her head.
"Tana." Robert whispered in her ear and she was brought back to the land of the living from her fantasies. "Yea?" She asked, a little breathlessly. "What do you want to do?" 'Oh, that's a really hard question, NOT, oh wait, there are others in the room, darn.' "I don't know, ask one of them." She pointed to the three, rather satisfied looking boys on the other side of the room, Robert let out a frustrated groan. "Do you really want Johnny to bug me to play chess all night, Enrique complaining about how I need to get-" Robert paused for a moment, but forced the word out of him. "Laid, and then there's Oliver, who will just want to talk about art and possibly snuggle with your teddy bear." Tana brought the purple bear up to her face and kissed it on its' little nose. "My teddy!" She declared childishly as she walked over to the trio and looked back to Robert. "Well come on, let us find something to entertain ourselves!"
The way that they agreed on to entertain their selves was, well, Robert didn't agree, but Tana gave him the puppy dog eyes and he relented, anyways, it was a game of I never, and, thanks to Oliver and the fact that it was so easy to get wine in France and due to the fact he had brought some over, they were going to play with real alcohol and not just soda.
Oliver started off. "I never named a teddy bear after a crush." Tana and Johnny!?! Drank a bit of the wine. "Now what have you been hiding Johnny?" Oliver asked, Johnny just glared at him.
Enrique was next. "I never lost ten games of chess straight." Poor Johnny, he was being picked on and he unhappily drank some more.
Then there was Tana, and she wanted to see if she had been right before. "I never made out with someone while supposedly getting a flashlight during a power outage." Both Enrique and Oliver blushed and drank.
Then there was Robert. "I've never sung in the shower." Surprisingly, everyone, other than Robert of course, took a drink.
"Yea, well I've never bored someone to tears with my family history." Johnny exclaimed, pointing a finger at, Tana, but she just supposed he couldn't see very straight. Robert sighed and took an elegant sip of the wine.
The game continued for a while, Johnny seemed to do many, many things and was the first out, Tana was the second, Enrique was the third and lastly Oliver fell to the floor in a drunken stupor. Robert sighed, perfectly sober, he had only drunk three times. 'What a bunch of morons I surround myself with.' He thought fondly as he went to get some extra blankets for the four who were currently passed out on his floor.
FASH: Man, Johnny singing in the shower, that would be a most interesting sight to see eh? Anyways, review, because I'll have more motivation to type and less to read!