Bowling!

I kiss his jaw. "Touche." I curl and uncurl my fingers in his hair.

I wrap my arms tightly around her waist

Ah, forget bowling. My will power crumples and I suddenly find myself kissing him again. Glika snorts once and rolls over on the seat I put her in. She snores quietly.

I pull back and blush. "Oh yeah. My bad."

"Aw, don't worry," I grin.

I laugh shakily and sit down, sliding off my combat boots. I put on the bowling shoes and stand using the chair as support. "Okay. I'm focused now." I smile up at Jim.

"Hey, need help?" I ask grinning,"

"Maybe a little." I admit. Then I raise my eyebrow. "Or is this another ploy from an opponent to try to distract me?" I smirk.

"Aurg. You figgured out my evil plot!"

I hold up my finger and turn my head so that I'm eyeing him from the corner of my eye. "I knew all along it was you. Show yourself, Dora!" I try to hide my smile by pressing my lips together.

I cringe and bite my lip. "Not....fair..." I say slowly, trying to keep my voice steady. "Two can play at that game." I pull my hair completely out of my face so you can see every plane of golden brown skin as if I were glowing. I make sure my cheek bones are fully shown, high and beautiful. I grin triumphantly. "Ha!"

I laugh and put my bangs back in my face. "I win!"

"Hey, not fair! You know what?" I say and, yes, I take off my shirt. "Hey, Demetri," I say in my British accent and wink at her.

I wince. Dear gods has he no mercy? "Jim Harvy." I mumble. An idea! I crank up my mesmerizing smile. "Oh hello." I purr.

"Well hello, gorgeous." I grin
OoC hey, I need help with simethj gljh somethjbg

ooc:....And what doth that beith?

bic: I slowly start to advance, still smiling. "Ever heard of 'No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service'?" I say softly, alluringly.

"That doesn't apply to me," I wrap strong arms around her
OOc I'm making a new character. Should he be from the 50s 60s or 70s

I trace his lips with my index finger. "Well, the cops won't think so." I laugh quietly and kiss his neck. "And it's not exactly helping my will power."

ooc: Hmmm...I say 60s 'cuz it'll be more of a culture shock

I put a finger to her lips. "Sh. Don't speak," I whisper

I roll my eyes. "So dramatic." I whisper back past his finger. I smile and kiss it.

I press my lips to hers.

I kiss him back passionately, resting one hand on his chest and the other on his neck. Agh, he wins this time.