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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:14:01 GMT -5
Caylee tugged on his arm, turning him around and sitting him on the bed. She draped her legs over his lap and pulled herself to sit on top. "I'm hungry," she announced, getting off the topic of Ari. "Did we order pizza?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 21:22:26 GMT -5
"OOoh, pizza." Marc hummed quietly and smirked at her roomies, sheepishly. "I can call if you want." she offered softly and gave an even more timid smile. She felt a bit useless as it was - Pru and Cay were so close compared to her and the two - not that it was anyone's fault but her own. And now that Emmett was Caylee's arm candy she felt a bit shoved to a corner.
Emmett just stared down at nothing. He stroked the back of MJ's hand with his thumb absently, not at all aware of what he was doing. His thoughts were else where.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:31:36 GMT -5
"I'll pay for it, if you want to call it in," Caylee offered. She didn't mind paying, even on her birthday.
She leaned back onto Emmett's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek with his, her lips dragging across his skin slightly. "Hey," she said softly, nudging him. "Penny for your thoughts?"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 21:35:58 GMT -5
He tried not to hiss at her nudge, and thankfully did not. He wasn't feeling so great in his stomach and me wished he could run back to his place for meds. Earlier he had some at the girls' place but he ran out and brought those back to his own dorm. Now he was stuck. Emmett shook his head and then shrugged. "Pizza sounds fine." What was he talking about? Was that even her question? Oh well, it worked. Hopefully. His lip was turning purple by now, he was sure.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:39:27 GMT -5
"Hey, are you okay?" she said close to his ear, trying to be as discreet as possible. "You don't look too good, do you want me to go and get you something to drink?" she rubbed his shoulder gently, her other hand holding his hand.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Mar 19, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -5
Prudence has to admit to herself that once Ari was gone, things became a little more relaxed. He had a certain kind of electricity about him, but he seemed to negitively charge everyone else. She sat backwards on a chair, straddling it. "We need to play a game," she announced. "Anyone got Twister or something? Or Spin the Bottle?"
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:49:33 GMT -5
Caylee heard wind of this, and turned her attention from Emmett for one second. "Hey, hey, hey. It's three girls and one guy. We are NOT playing Spin the Bottle. And I don't think Twister is the best game to play. We could play Truth." not Or Dare. Just Truth.
She turned her back against Emmett's front and now took both of his hands in hers, holding all four together.
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Post by Prudence Kelly on Mar 19, 2008 21:50:49 GMT -5
"Isn't it Truth or Dare?" Pru raised an eyebrow. "Dares are the best part! Come on! You can't have truth but no dare!"
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 21:53:01 GMT -5
Marc went pink. "Well... I suck at twister." she mumbled to the room, and that was all she spoke of. Letting her cheeks speak for what Caylee already spoke up for - Marc agreeing deeply.
"Truth? ...How do you play... 'Truth'? That doesn't make sense..." Emmett pointed out, not as tense as he was moments ago now that she was giving him so much physical attention. Where as this would usually tense him up more, he felt comforted.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:55:54 GMT -5
"It's like spin the bottle, only I don't have to beat anyone up for kissing Emmie," Caylee explained logically. "You spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, you get to ask them any question, and they have to answer truthfully. This is the part where it's also a drinking game, but I think we'll cut that part out."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 21:57:43 GMT -5
Emmett gave an out loud awwww that was believable, but by common sense everyone should know he was being sarcastic.
"...I suck at those games. I can never think of anything..." said the youngest, standing alone with her back against the desk, her fingers strumming the side lightly.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 21:59:55 GMT -5
Caylee rolled her eyes, leaning her head back against Emmett's shoulder and blowing a raspberry on his neck. "Sober up, you alkie," she teased.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:03:42 GMT -5
Emmett dropped his head in surprise, trying to avoid the attack not even sure what she was doing at first. He was forced into a grin and so he kept his head down for a moment. "An Irish Cream sounds good about now." he teased back after a moment to recoup.
They were cute, and Mark tried not to match Emmett's own smile over watching them. She looked over at Prudence to see if she also thought they were pretty damn adorable. Though, knowing Pru, she was probably ready to point out how sickingly cute they were anyway.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 19, 2008 22:06:56 GMT -5
"Mmm, I could go for a White Russian," Caylee replied, not completely jokingly. "Since when do you drink? I don't think I ever saw you drunk. At least, while I was sober."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 19, 2008 22:11:01 GMT -5
Emmett turned his head to her and gave one of those looks. "I don't." he replied sharply but a gentle delivery. "I don't know about Pru and Markie over there, though." he started, and Marc looked up at him. "Right? They're both probably hard core and we don't know it yet. I bet when we leave they drink and party all the time while we're not around..." he joked lightly with a smirk, mainly looking at Pru.
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