[JP] Shock
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talks_for_ten, Riley and Jenna are NPCs.]
“I think I might cry.”
Riley glanced over at his brother for a moment before rolling his eyes slightly and reaching for the remote. “I’m gonna turn on the Ravens game.”
“I’m serious. I might cry. Tears may be streaming down my face.” Andy glanced back and forth between his brother and his sister before reaching for the pizza box, almost in instinct. “It’s the Cardinals, man. The Cardinals.”
Jenna—or was it Gemma?—was looking back at him with a confused frown. The girl was hot, which was half the reason why she was sitting next to him on the couch in his sister’s apartment. The other half was that there was this thing that she did with her finger—well, Andy wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, but he could certainly handle having her stick around for a little while. Despite her lack of appreciation for the fact that his football team, his team, because he was probably the only one in his family who loved the Eagles just that much more than the Giants, had just gotten their asses handed to them by the Arizona Cardinals. Oh, Eagles. You’ve broken the poor boy’s heart.
“I don’t get it. It’s just a game, right?”
Riley raised his eyebrows at his brother, before turning back to Jenna. “It was the division championship game. The winner of the game goes to the Super Bowl.”
“Ooooooh,” Jenna began with a slow nod, before reached forward, snaking her arm through Andy’s and pulling him back against her a slight tug. “Poor baby. I’m sorry your team lost.”
Now, let’s make something perfectly clear. When he said that Jenna was hot? He was talking porn star hot. Brunette porn star hot, because let’s face it, blond porn stars? They were just sloppy these days. He liked his girls realistic looking, but he also liked ‘em dirty, so when he happened to stumble on a girl who fit the profile? She got to stick around for a while. And Jenna was so fitting that profile. So when she was doing the sympathetic thing? Andy was milking that for all it was worth.
“I just don’t know what to do with myself,” he said with a heavy pout. “There was so much riding on this game, and—I’m just so depressed.”
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asked, one of her legs sliding into his lap as she raked her bottom teeth over her lip, and it took everything he had not to grin back at her.
“I just—I just don’t know.”
“What about—” she began before leaning in and whispering something in his ear, and oh this girl was such a keeper. Such a wonderful, wonderful keeper. A wide grin stretched across his face, and he turned to face her again, leaning in so that she was closer to him.
“You’re so bad,” he grinned, before leaning in to kiss her, completely caught up in what he was doing until he heard his sister’s voice over his shoulder.
“While I’m very happy that you’re recovering well from your great pain, Andy, I’d prefer if you didn’t use my couch to fornicate, and definitely not do it when me and Riley are in the room.”
Andy pulled back reluctantly, before glancing back at the television. “Did Flacco just throw three incomplete passes?”
“Yup,” Riley nodded.
“C’mon, Jenna,” he said, taking her hand. “I think it’s time I took you home.”
“Good idea,” Jenna said with a grin, hopping to her feet and stretching out those amazingly long legs for him to see. “Some things are better done with privacy after all.”
“You know,” he said, letting her take his arm. “I’ve been thinking about getting a motorcycle.”
“A motorcycle?” she said, raising an eyebrow as he shut the apartment door behind him. “I’ve never been on one of those before. That’s kind of sexy.”
He just grinned. He always did love sluts.
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talks_for_ten, Riley and Jenna are NPCs.]“I think I might cry.”
Riley glanced over at his brother for a moment before rolling his eyes slightly and reaching for the remote. “I’m gonna turn on the Ravens game.”
“I’m serious. I might cry. Tears may be streaming down my face.” Andy glanced back and forth between his brother and his sister before reaching for the pizza box, almost in instinct. “It’s the Cardinals, man. The Cardinals.”
Jenna—or was it Gemma?—was looking back at him with a confused frown. The girl was hot, which was half the reason why she was sitting next to him on the couch in his sister’s apartment. The other half was that there was this thing that she did with her finger—well, Andy wasn’t the kind of guy to kiss and tell, but he could certainly handle having her stick around for a little while. Despite her lack of appreciation for the fact that his football team, his team, because he was probably the only one in his family who loved the Eagles just that much more than the Giants, had just gotten their asses handed to them by the Arizona Cardinals. Oh, Eagles. You’ve broken the poor boy’s heart.
“I don’t get it. It’s just a game, right?”
Riley raised his eyebrows at his brother, before turning back to Jenna. “It was the division championship game. The winner of the game goes to the Super Bowl.”
“Ooooooh,” Jenna began with a slow nod, before reached forward, snaking her arm through Andy’s and pulling him back against her a slight tug. “Poor baby. I’m sorry your team lost.”
Now, let’s make something perfectly clear. When he said that Jenna was hot? He was talking porn star hot. Brunette porn star hot, because let’s face it, blond porn stars? They were just sloppy these days. He liked his girls realistic looking, but he also liked ‘em dirty, so when he happened to stumble on a girl who fit the profile? She got to stick around for a while. And Jenna was so fitting that profile. So when she was doing the sympathetic thing? Andy was milking that for all it was worth.
“I just don’t know what to do with myself,” he said with a heavy pout. “There was so much riding on this game, and—I’m just so depressed.”
“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asked, one of her legs sliding into his lap as she raked her bottom teeth over her lip, and it took everything he had not to grin back at her.
“I just—I just don’t know.”
“What about—” she began before leaning in and whispering something in his ear, and oh this girl was such a keeper. Such a wonderful, wonderful keeper. A wide grin stretched across his face, and he turned to face her again, leaning in so that she was closer to him.
“You’re so bad,” he grinned, before leaning in to kiss her, completely caught up in what he was doing until he heard his sister’s voice over his shoulder.
“While I’m very happy that you’re recovering well from your great pain, Andy, I’d prefer if you didn’t use my couch to fornicate, and definitely not do it when me and Riley are in the room.”
Andy pulled back reluctantly, before glancing back at the television. “Did Flacco just throw three incomplete passes?”
“Yup,” Riley nodded.
“C’mon, Jenna,” he said, taking her hand. “I think it’s time I took you home.”
“Good idea,” Jenna said with a grin, hopping to her feet and stretching out those amazingly long legs for him to see. “Some things are better done with privacy after all.”
“You know,” he said, letting her take his arm. “I’ve been thinking about getting a motorcycle.”
“A motorcycle?” she said, raising an eyebrow as he shut the apartment door behind him. “I’ve never been on one of those before. That’s kind of sexy.”
He just grinned. He always did love sluts.
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