Fight Code

FC 10

She’s uncomfortable, anyone can see that. And the waiter doesn’t help the twins moods, as they order the wine and strawberries. Another run of their fingers, and she’s pushing them back to their laps. It’s more then amusing, as she keeper her eyes peeled to the front of her. Bringing the food and wine, she rushes to grab a glass full. Drinking it like a real trooper, pouring another glass. Letting the waiter no they’re going to need another bottle.

    The twins look behind her, smiling as they know she’s beyond herself as to what’s going on. After the second glass, her body seems to relax as she takes a strawberry to those ruby lips. Anticipating her lips on the fruit, as the teasing tongue licks over the juice.
    “Better?” Van hums, to her. As her back leans to the wall.
    “I’m not sure” Taking a strawberry.

    “Care to elaborate?” Owen asks, pouring a glass of wine, moving it around the glass to open it.
    “Your messing with me, when I told you not to”
    “What if were interested in you?”
    “I doubt that.” She huffs, with a roll of those eyes.
    “Are you truly convinced were not?”  Van chiming in.
    “Yes I’m positive. Pushing her hair around.
    “Oh do tell” Sipping his wine. When the waiter drops off the bottle she requested.
    “I’m not your type”

    “Go on?” Van hums, placing the bottle back in the ice bucket.
    “Your more into meek woman, who take good to orders. I’m just a headache” Shrugging as she picks up a larger strawberry.
    “Well the last part could be very well true, but what gave you the assumption we like meek woman?” Owen lowering his glass.  

  “Just a profiling thing I do”  Smiling the twin are interested even more now. Wonder what else she does. We tease her a little more, making what little words she does say, come out weak and mouse like. The look the twins give each other, is a simple one; they want her. Its growing hard and their not just talking about the growing rock hard member. No she does something for them, and not just for one. Both want her, somehow the vixen has wormed her way into their heart, and now they can’t stop thinking about her. As they contemplate about ways of getting her out of this place, and then out of that skirt her name rings out.

    Snapping her eyes upward, as a very tall man with brown hair is standing with a leggy blonde. Owen grins, he’s done her. The blonde blushes while looking away. The man named Craig is not happy, and calls for her to speak with him in private. She slips under the table, making Van snicker. The blonde sits with her back to Owen, fearing his eyes on hers. As well she should, if her new toy were to find out what a naughty girl she really is. Or perhaps he already knows.

    Van’s finger roll around on the table, as he gets more and more aggravated with the missing Riae. Owen can cur, its taking much to long for her to return. As if on cue Craig walks past them sending a deeper glare, they their use to. The waiter soon returns letting them know she’s left. Owen is beyond pissed, something happened. Craig did or said something to the beauty, and now she’s walking home. Van isn’t anymore pleased them his brother, as the thought of someone trying to pick her off the side of the road leads to bad visions.

    Nodding to his brother Van is tossed the keys, as Owen starts for the table.
    “What did you do?” Slamming his hand down, making the blonde yelp.
    “I told her to stay the hell away from you to” Craig growled back.
    “You have no right, she was perfectly safe with us” His lip starting to twitch.
    “She was safe till she started dressing like that for men like you” He was practically snarling at Owen, and the words he used implied he thought Riae looked like a hooker of some sorts. A little shocked that he thought that, when both brothers had thought she was dressed classy and showing just enough to please. Never did the thought of Riae looking like trash come to mine. Anger piled on as Owen started seeing red.