4:12am "Now, stop watching my legs like that." Mac exclaimed, laughing, slapping her card between the two of them. She was bit dizzy, again. Dick whined. "Meh... It's you who won't play strip poker with me." She chuckled. "Yeah, cause I have pretty good idea where it's gonna lead us, charming."
Dick cocked a brow. "So, it wasn't where you wanted to go ?" She pursed her lips, studying him. "Changed my mind." she said, sarcastically. He fished a card and sighed. "Well that's too bad..." he grinned. "Cause when I'm going to undress you, you're not gonna be able to complain that I used my hands." he sat up and rubbed his sore shoulder. "Strip poker was the easy way for the shy girl."
She bit her lip, frowning. What in that bothered her ? "M'not shy." She looked up to find Dick's suspicious stare. "Right." She shifted, getting sore too. "A shy girl would have ran at the second you took off you shirt." He raised a brow. "Good point." a victorious smile appeared on his face. "But you just enjoyed the sight, right ?"
Mac didn't try to deny the obvious, she had learn one thing tonight : better beat Dick at his own game. "Well, wasn't it the point ?" He chuckled, surprised, happily surprised. Yeah, it had been the point. But at the moment he hadn't know why he had been doing that. He'd figured he would just impress yet another girl. But this one wasn't 'yet another girl', first, she was his bro's ex, and second she was drinking with him in a room, with no apparent intention of seducing him. That was the mystery. In his world, either the girl comes in and sleeps with him, or refuses to come in – which happens like, never. Gosh, I thought all girls were the same.
He settled for joking. "Alright, so, you won't mind the hands.." She rolled her eyes, wishing she hadn't worn a dress. Not because of Dick, she because she couldn't sit right. Or she could, but it uncovered most of her legs, which she didn't want...
"Stop that." she said, putting her cards aside, giving him a reproachful look. He grinned cockily. "Oh, stop the talking, straight for the action ??" She grinned, refraining a chuckle and put a hand on her face in exasperation. "Ok, I'm leaving."
He didn't believe her, at first, but when she saw her looking around for her purse, he grabbed her wrist. "Mac, you're not leaving." She looked at him, freezing at the touch. "First, since when do you call me Mac ? And second, why not ?"
Without letting go, he loosened his grasp. "Since tonight. And.. you're drunk Mac. You can't drive. And you wanna stay here, anyway." He let go, jumping down the bed. "If someone's leaving, it's me, I just have to manage my way for the upper floor."
He walked to the door, and smiled when she spoke. "No, I.."