Smothered
"Yah know, Rath is the only alien that makes me wanna get a box of popcorn, kick back, and just watch."
Glancing over at her boyfriend, Gwen could feel the urgency of their present predicament overwhelm her. Her idiotic cousin was clinging to the slick belly of an intergalactic cruiser that was about to make a jump to hyperspace, shouting insults all the while. Maybe Kevin was too busy being blinded by his conceited ego to realize that Ben could slip up and plummet to the promise of death any moment, but amusement was an emotion she lacked at the moment.
"Kevin, this isn't the time for—" The pigment of her angry eyes blazed as she turned to reprimand him. That flare of emotion, however, was smothered by his presumptuous smirk. The smoky depths of his gaze infiltrated every thought that had raced through her mind. Well, maybe she could afford to see the humor in all this. She glanced at the zooming spacecraft and considering his words. Oblivious to the altitude they were climbing to, Rath's grip did not relent.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, "Okay, me too."