3:40am "I so like this song." Dick looked up at Mac, who was still sat on the bed, while he was lying, arms pillowed under his head. He was frustrated that she didn't win once so he hadn't 'displayed' more of himself, he knew she'd lost on purpose, and it made him feel better cause it was a sign she liked what she saw. And, although he had tried to convince her, she hadn't peeled off garment. He had been curious if she could be the kind of girl that picks a earing or a kinky one, like Ronnie was -if you believed what Logan said- and took off an actual clothe. I guess if you wear a dress it's bad because you are already in your underwear if you take it off.
Mac was smiling and humming yet another Archive song. "Fuck You ? I mean, you like that song ? Really ? Doesn't sound like you..."
Mac eyed him. "Like you know me. Besides, this song really suits my mood tonight. 'Fuck you, anyway' seems to be the watchword." Dick nodded, patting her thigh. Twice she had been dumped because of sex. Once, because she was wondering if she was doing something wrong. And another time, because she had almost got there, and that the guy couldn't, so... he took his shame out on her. The fact that the guy was Dick's brother made him want to bang his head on the walls. "You just picked the wrong brother." She chuckled at the idea. Yeah, from that angle, she would have spared herself a lot of trouble getting laid if she had dated Dick. "It seems so."
He checked his watch, and she wondered if he was getting bored. She didn't want him to be bored with her, that wasn't good of the elf esteem. He chuckled. "It's been a while.." he said, pouting oddly as he looked up at her. "We must be doing this like bunnies." She felt the smile quirk her lips. "This is a weird sentence." He grinned in response, unfolding his arms to stretch. "Yeah, but you got it."
She smiled and nodded, expecting him to leave soon. But he just rubbed his sleepy face and stared at the ceiling. She studied the cards, trying to figure something else to do before he decided that he was going to bed. She was having a nice time, though highly unexpected and not the one she had been planning for, but she wanted it to last. Her train of thought was cut by Dick's statement. "It's funny how things change when you look at them with a new eye."
She looked at him, surprised again. She hadn't felt odd as long as he was joking, talking about sex and all. But she was back to her surprised state she had felt when he had been nice to her and bought her champagne. "Did you just say that ?" Dick propped himself on one elbow, and she couldn't help glancing at the lines his muscles drew on his arm. "What ?" I really wish he would put on some clothing. She shrugged as she inwardly blushed and slapped herself. "No, it's funny, that sounded like thinking out loud."
Dick tapped her side gently. "So ? I do think. Sometimes I can't help it." She smiled, and nodded. Alright, honesty. Nice touch. "Ok. So, what was that thought ?" Dick titled his head on the side, not sure how to say it. He decided for simple. "You look good." She blushed heavily. "Erm..." She trailed off, knowing he would luuuuv her to return the compliment. He knew he was gorgeous and had made every display of body to show her that. No every but for that she was kinda thankful. Almost.
"I'm sorry." he said, watching the ceiling again. She shook her head. "No, it's ok." Dick jumped and sat back. "Whoa, not about the compliment !" As she looked up, puzzled, he added. "About... you know... me." she wasn't sure of what he'd meant, and the fact that, without thinking -and she would bet on that -, he was yawning and arching his back to stretch, didn't help matters. On his way down he ran both hand in his hair and shook it, her mouth went dry. She felt like she wasn't supposed to be here, like this was something intimate. "What... do you mean ?"
Her voice had been shaky, and she prayed for him not to notice. He shrugged, fishing his shirt off the floor. "The way I acted, and made fun of you." He put his shirt on. Hey, prayer works. "Maybe... that's why he wigged out." he said, seriously. It was really a strange image. Dick serious, Dick worried, Dick apologizing, Dick putting back his clothes. Really something she had never thought of witnessing.
"Doubt that. He's a winner all by himself..." she uttered bitterly. "But thanks." He opened another beer and offered it to her. She watched it for a second of indecision, and when she took it, she refused to think it was because she knew it would keep his company around longer.