Ereganto: Hey guys! I know that I haven't been doing much post wise lately, and I apologize. I've been toying with these for a while (mostly over my winter break), instead of doing my Bones story of oneshots (...curse you evil plot bunnies for escaping me when I need you most!) So, I hope that you enjoyed Chapter four, and that you will enjoy chapter five! These are still two unrelated events, even though they contain the same characters. OH! And, I have been working on a full length story...it's just coming along unbelievably slowly. But keep your eyes peeled for it! And as always, ENJOY!
They lay in a tangled heap, panting heavily and sweating.
"Wow Jo, I never knew you were that flexible," a blonde haired man exclaimed breathlessly as he lay sprawled on his back. Joanne Jefferson laughed a breathy laugh.
"Yeah well, I'm kind of surprised that you could go so long Mark," she replied as she tried to sit up. "Oh, I'm going to be sore tomorrow…" she grumbled and crawled over to the man she was speaking to, who still hadn't moved.
"I'm so tired," he groaned pathetically. "I'm not used to that much exercise."
"Oh, poor Mark, all out of shape," the lawyer teased as she allowed her limbs to give out and she flopped, none to gracefully, next to him on the floor. Mark merely stuck his tongue out in retort. Laughing, the young woman accidentally snorted, causing the filmmaker to chuckle.
"Oh c'mon, it was only one round! Maureen told me that you could go for hours!"
"It was two and a half and Maureen's a liar."
"…True, but she used to brag about how great her Mark was at this."
"Brag? About me…? Was she drunk," his blonde eyebrows had risen in amazement. Joanne turned her head to lock eyes with her friend, laughter and amusement dancing in her own brown orbs.
"Yes, but that's beside the point!"
"Really," Mark snorted at this, "then what is the point?"
Joanne giggled now, her grin bursting into a giant, radiant smile that lit up her whole face.
"That you really are a scrawny Jewish boy!" she laughed. It was at this point in time that Roger burst into the room with a bewildered look upon his face.
"WHAT are you two doing?!" he demanded as he stared at the sight of two full grown adults sprawled out on the floor in mussed clothes. The two glanced at each other, grins huge and pointed to a box that was thrown to one side, depicting several children contorted in several different and strange positions.
"Playing Twister!"