Riker: He's sitting down in his comfy chair, smiling as you ruffled his hair repeatedly, trying to get it to go in the correct place. "What?" you ask, returning the smile. He shrugs his shoulders, a chuckle escaping his lips. "I just like having you here," he answered. You felt the corners of your mouth turning up slightly, as you leaned down to kiss him quickly. Before too soon, you pulled back, and saw the confusion spread throughout his features. "Can't get you too riled up before the show now can I?" you smirked.
Ross: "I'm supposed to be getting ready," he rumbled, pulling you to his lap. You scoffed, raising your eyebrow at him. "Then maybe you shouldn't keep pulling me closer," you whispered cheekily in his ear. In the same moment, you jumped from his lap. "Tease," he sighed, shaking his head. "What? You're the one who needs to get ready," you point out, fixing a piece of hair that was out of place. He sulked the rest of the time, always pinching your sides whenever you were in reach.
Rocky: He walked in, outfit on and ready, showing it off. His arms rested on his hips, a sassy pose already in play. "Do I look hot?" he questioned, tilting his head up. You laughed, making your way across the room in only a few steps. "Very hot," you admitted, reaching up on your tippy toes to kiss him. It lasted longer than expected, but once you heart the 'boos' from the rest of the room, you pulled back smiling. "Only bad thing about tour-," Riker started, "Is that," he said, pointing to the two of you.
Ratliff: "We have a little time left,"he stated, leaning back in his seat, looking you over. "Did you brush your teeth?" you inquired. He sighed, "It's like having my mom on tour," he teased, shaking his head. Just then, you smacked him in arm, "I am not!" you roared. "Are too!
he mused, ducking another hit to the arm. he ran from the room, you right on his heels, laughing the whole way. "Can't catch me loser!" he bellowed, running into Ross, fighting to get past him. "Dude, we're supposed to be getting ready," he yelled down the hall.
Ryland: You lifted the huge bucket of equipment, struggling to keep it in your arms. Just then, you felt all the weight be lifted, and Ryland appeared. "Thought you could use some help," he muttered, easily taking all of the boxes. "No, I'm a perfectly capable young woman," you reminded him, laughing. "You could just say thank you," he snickered, setting the boxes down where they needed to go. "I didn't need help, but thank you," you smiled, kissing his cheek. "I carry all of these boxes, and all I get is a kiss on the cheek?!" he asked, mocking anger.
