So I wrote this during Calc class when I really, really didn't want to focus on the various series my prof was talking about.
Making Out
"Sam, if you're so sick of watching Ed, why don't you go do something?" Quorra asked, focusing her eyes on her brooding friend.
"Q, he's shooting down everyone that approaches him, what makes you think he'll change his mind for me?" Sam retorted, swirling his glass before taking a sip. Quorra smiled, giving Sam a little push. "Fine, fine, I'm going."
"Go get him, tiger!" Quorra called. "Good luck!"
Sam made his way across the room, passing through the crowd, his eyes on Ed. He got to Ed just as the programmer was shooting down yet another person. Placing his hand on Ed's shoulder, Sam turned him around, receiving a mute frown and a cocked eyebrow in return. They stared at each other for a moment before Sam growled, "Mine," pulling Ed to him and claiming his lips.
Feeling Ed smirk and both of his hands slide into his back pockets; Sam felt/heard a rumbled, "About time." From somewhere in the background, Quorra cheered, but Sam really didn't care.