Mac twisted her fingers, wondering what they were going to do. They were trapped -willingly, but still- together, in a room with no tv, no radio, but oh, hey, a bed ! She knew what a guy could have in mind after a while and she didn't want to get there. A few hours earlier, she had been looking forward to it and... what a disappointment.
She was interrupted in her thoughts by Dick sighing. "My brother, what a prince, he didn't even think of music..." He said, rolling on the bed. "Hey, you know what ?" he asked, rising. "I'm gonna go to Logan's suite, grab a stereo. Maybe something to drink or eat and I'll be back in a minute ok ?" he fished a card key in his wallet and grinned to himself. "You shall always possess a key to your bff's suite..." In case you wanna spy on him while he's busy with Ronnie...
Mac nodded, and Dick went to the door. He paused before opening it, and unbuttoned his shirt under her baffled stare. He crumpled it and put three buttons again, but not in the right places. He winked at her. "Let's keep the apparences." She laughed.
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When he came back, he didn't find her. He was almost disappointed, since he was having a relative nice time. He heard noise in the bathroom and peeked through the door. Mac hadn't left, she was just folding a wet towel and placing it back at its place. "Dude, you can do my room after if you want." Mac jumped and stared at him with a grin. "What did you get us ?" she waved at his bag.
He shrugged it down his shoulder and opened the zipper. "Well, got sound, brought cards and a six pack. And this." He held out a chips bag as Mac came out of the bathroom. "Alright then, let's play cards." Dick plugged the stereo and put a cd on. She raised a brow at his choice, Archive, You All Look The Same To Me, but didn't say anything. The guy's got culture... Surprise.
He dropped on the bed and looked at her. "Poker ?" She pursed her lips. "Sure." "Strip ?" She grinned. Nice try... but I'm not that crunk yet. "You wish." He sighed, boys will be boys. "Well then, it'll be strip poker for me, and non strip poker for you. I'm too hot." Mac shook her head with amusement, knowing that he'd said that about the temperature and about what he thought about himself.
As she bended to take off her shoes, Dick couldn't help his eyes from trailing down and up her body, sticking to a specific area. Nope, no chest hair. "Dick ?" Oops. He looked up innocently. "Hm ?" Mac grinned and dropped her second shoes of the floor, coming to sit, leg crossed, in front of him. "Stop staring, it's disturbing." Suddenly the chip she had been chewing was hard to swallow.
Dick's turn to grin. "Do I turn you on ? If yes, not gonna stop soon. I've never seen a nerd in action." She slapped his arm and took the cards. "Mind if I deal ?" He shook his head, pushing himself a little further on the bed to let her enough space to place the cards. "I'll let you deal with me all you want. Dispose, sweatheart, enjoy."
She pursed her lips in a smirk and met his eyes. She held his stare for a second, then a smile quirked her lips. "What ?" Dick frowned. "Is that your brilliant lover's line ?" she said, with a scoffing smirk. "I mean, does those lines work ?" Dick, offended, decided to start the strip poker game a little earlier. He yanked his shirt off and shoved it on the floor. Mac watched, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. "You see, Mac..." He trailed a finger down from his lips to his belt, and she couldn't help grinning.
"There's not so many girls that wouldn't take advantage of this handsome dude here." she chuckled. "As special as you are -granted you dated my brother- you can't be that special." She sighed and inwardly cursed herself for feeling suddenly so hot. "Ok, got your point. Put it on again, you haven't lost... yet."
Dick pouted. "I said I was too hot. I wouldn't want to faint, you know." She chuckled, giving up and picking her cards. "Alright. Play." he started the game, and she tried to focus on something else than his abds, slowly following the pace of his breathing. "Anyway.." he said after a while. "You only have a dress on. Plus, underwear, I suppose. I just adjusted. I'm gonna tap-... sorry, kick your ass, so..." He finsihed with a evilish smile.
Mac shook her head. She knew he wasn't serious. "You're playing strip poker alone, Dick." He pouted suggestively. "You'll come around."