She sighed, her head in his lap. She had his coat on, her hair pressed to her back in between said coat and her back. She played with a few strands, however, being that the only thing she had to do at the moment was amuse herself. She caught bits and pieces of the conversation above her, but nothing had really caught her interest.
He looked down at her sigh, before going back to his conversation with a few fellow players. They appeared to be very engaged in a conversation about their next game, which would probably be one of their hardest yet. They had run through various plays using their drinks and bottle caps that rested upon the table.
She sat herself up, grabbing her bottle from the middle of the table. She took a long swig. After a moment she had realized they were all watching her. She shrugged, drinking more.
"You just took Mark," he stated, grabbing the bottle as she took it away from her lips.
"Really?" She smirked, "Terribly sorry." He shook his head, placing the bottle back in its spot. She then picked up a bottle cap, then another one.
"What're you doing?" He questioned. She held them up in front of him.
"So which one's mine?" She asked in response. The others at the table laughed, taking their own bottles back. He grabbed one from her hand. She shrugged, taking her bottle back.
"To Mark," she had raised her bottle in mock toast, "May I never drink him again." She downed it, the guys' laughter in the background.
"We'll see you later," one of them had said, managing to control his laughter. They had left, leaving him and her.
"Oh what sorrow," she murmured sarcastically.
"It's a sorrow that you drank our center," he laughed, picking up his drink.
"As I said, terribly sorry," a mischievous glint in her eyes she continued, "Wasn't all that bad." He swallowed his drink quickly, and something of a cross between a cough and a laugh resulted.
"Is that so?" He grinned. She shrugged.
"He's really not that bad on the eyes," she laughed at his expression.
"That's not fair play," he started, "Though I suppose she's not all that bad on the eyes either." He smirked, eyes watching a black haired girl across the room. She waved a hand in front of his eyes.
"I didn't say he was great on the eyes," she replied.
"But you implied it," he commented.
"So what would I be implying if I said that you were?" She looked at him intelligently, waiting for his answer.
"I suppose you'd be implying that you love me," he responded. She rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Ah, well," she drank his drink, "I suppose you'd have caught my scheme."
"What a lovely plot that was," he said, kissing her, "Oh, by the way, that's mine." He pointed at the bottle. She looked back and forth between him and it, as if contemplating what to do with it.
"Oh well," she shrugged, lifting it to her lips once again. He reached for it; all the while she pulled away.
"Can I please have my drink back?" He questioned, as she now stood a couple feet away from him. She looked thoughtful, smirking when it appeared as though she found an answer.
"I'd really like something in return," she replied, "Though it is such a wonderful drink, who was this?" She appeared to be examining the bottle, as if the answer was hidden it the swishing liquid.
"What would that be?" He asked, walking over to her. She held the bottle away from him.
"I don't know," she laughed, "What could you possibly give me?" He grinned, grabbing her. She tried to get away, thrusting the arm with his drink in it farther away. He laughed, grabbing that hand, but finding it quite improbable that he would get it back.
"I see it know," he stated.
"See what?" She grinned at him.
"It's a plot," he murmured, "A plot." He chuckled, kissing her once again. And it seemed that the dirty bottle residing in her hand was long forgotten. Oh, what a plot it was.
Silk for Kristine, because she's so very nice. :3 I will hopefully get to OC, I'm just toying with the idea a bit. Perhaps I'll watch the movie tomorrow, I need to watch it again anyways. Oh and by the way, his last line is © the Beatles. A Hard Day's Night gives you nice quotes to work with. I'm sure none of you were all that surprised by her drink being Mark. :3 What can I say?
zackzsilverangel: Sure, sounds fun. :3 Thanks!
Christina: Thank you! I love responding, I can't tell you how happy I am as I read these, grinning like an idiot. I'm glad you liked it!
Kristine: Eep, you are! Thank you very much! I love your reviews; they're awesome, yes. :3
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