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Maybe it was a party dare or maybe you're just looking for an excuse to make out, but you find yourself with a partner engaged in a dangerous game of battling tongues and sloppy makeouts. How long do you think you can hold out before it just gets too good?

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[The look on Bro's face softens before too long, and a gentle, appreciative grin takes its place. He figures he should give the other man a break, taking another sip of his screwdriver as his gaze wanders to the lovely lady seated before him instead. And damn, it is not hard to get distracted with those careful, tapered fingers wrapped firmly around her glass, with the dainty slope of her neck that he has to fight not to hover over, and dammit, he probably has no business touching either of them right now.

Which kind of sucks.]

[This is nice.

She half-forgets she's supposed to be luring Dad into dropping his guard because she's caught up in the feel of his lips against hers, the warmth of Bro's body just behind her, and she knows he's watching and she arches her back a little more, leans up just a little more into Dad's kiss. She wants to drape her arms over Dad's shoulders, wants Bro's hands to anchor her hips and she shifts a little, missing it, and why wasn't she touching them again?

One hand starts to slip slowly from her drink, leaving the glass open to be plucked away.]

[ Careful there Mom, that's an excellent way to lose a game you've been fighting so hard to win. And after play that almost cost Dad the game himself. Especially with a referee watching after them, able to make calls based on what he sees. Dad does have an unfair advantage here though. While he did have to close his eyes to keep himself from seeing Bro, he doesn't have the man right behind him, just the arm of the couch which is a lot less enticing than another body. ]

[Yeah, Bro has half the mind to scoot out from behind her and maybe perch himself on the coffee table or something. He might get a better view that way. On the other hand, dammit, he's comfy here, and he really just doesn't want to force himself further away from either of them...

Well. If Mom loses because of him, he'll make sure to give her a consolation smooch. Or, y'know, several.]

[Just because she realized this game is perhaps not conducive to her interest in immediate gratification doesn't mean she's out of the running yet, boys. She braces that hand against her leg and presses hard, steadying herself, before reaching up (careful not to touch Dad) to undo the first two buttons of her top. It exposes the base of her throat, the stretch of collarbone.

Too hot, indeed.

No one said she couldn't touch herself, and she reaches down to squeeze her knee, run her fingers up her own thigh. Sighs volubly against Dad's lips.]

[ Well that's certainly distracting. If Dad had his eyes open he would actually notice the scene. As it is,he hears fabric rustling and for a second almost wonders how far Ms. Lalonde is planning to take this! So as much as Dad can be a cheeseball about the classic "eyes closed" kiss, he opens them again to see--

Oh, well it's not as bad as he thought! Though he's certain she's trying to provoke a reaction either out of him, or Mr. Strider over there.

Probably both. ]

[Well he certainly doesn't disappoint as far as responses go, peering over and whistling low, a smirk across his lips. As for his previous train of thought, well... maybe he can handle pulling himself away and scooting his butt on over to the coffee table, taking another swig from his glass as he seats himself.]

Way to up the ante, Lalonde.

[She makes a small protesting noise when Bro leaves and tries to shoot him a look without breaking lip-lock with Dad. Stupid boys, you're both supposed to lose to her, not engage in evasive maneuvers. She's going to have to get on the offensive again.

With all the vacant space behind her, she pulls her legs up and tucks her knees underneath her, gaining extra inches on Dad. It's somewhat precarious, though, and she has to brace her free hand against the back of the seat. Her other hand might be useful for balance, and it's not like she can drink from her glass right now, anyway, so she moves to hand it over to Bro.

And then, in the middle of leaning into Dad's kiss, she slips, catches herself against Dad's chest, clips Bro's shoulder with her drink hand.

...Oops.]

Edited 2012-06-27 03:37 (UTC)

[ Up the ante, but unfortunately did not win the game. Which is unfortunate because she was doing so well too. If she hadn't decided to get up on her knees like that, she might have hand a chance to win. Tipsiness and balance don't usually go hand in hand though.

And without even thinking about it, Dad is wrapping his arms around Mom to catch her. She still lost by the game rules, being the first to make contact so there's nothing wrong with him trying to support her now. ]

Are you okay?

And do you still want this?

[Bro gestures to the drink being shoved at him. He's just about finished off his screwdriver, and while he ain't much of a martini guy, he'll pretty much drink whatever's getting offered.]

[She pouts, snatches her drink back, and then plops back into the love seat. Then she throws her legs across Dad's lap. Still pouting.]

Mine.

[To prove it, she downs the rest of it in one go, then wedges the empty glass in the corner of some cushions and crosses her arms petulantly. Though at this point, her pout's starting to waver a little. She butts her head gently against Dad's cheek to tell him yes, she's fine, but then wiggles down in her seat again to slouch like a sulky teenager. Though again, the slight flush in her cheeks from alcohol and sudden timidity gives her away again.]

So. What do you boys want?

[ He'll lean towards her when she butts him. Glad to know she's okay enough to become possessive of and down the rest of her drink. He wraps an arm reassuringly around her, but raises an eyebrow at the question she asks. ]

Boys?

[ Glancing over at Bro. He wasn't aware that Bro was counted as a winner as well in all of this. Then again, it was true, he had managed to keep his hands off of both Dad and Mom throughout this. ]

Hey, I resent that. I'm a man, dammit. [Bro says this with a theatrical scowl and an overly-gruff voice, gulping down the rest of his drink and putting the glass down none-too-gently. He regains his poker face before long, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, idly licking his lips.]

And I'm pretty sure that's Dadbert's call, here. [He gestures to the other man, waggling his brows just a tiny bit.]

I did touch both of you. Though, mm, it does seem a bit unfair, with you joining so late. Mayyyy-be it doesn't count.

[She nudges Bro's leg with her foot, then bumps Dad's shoulder with her own. She's smirking again.]

Maybe you two should play a tie-breaker.

[ His eyebrows could not be hiked any higher here. If he understands her right, and he's pretty darned sure he does that means another round of kissing here.

He looks over at Bro thoughtfully. In one way, it'd be fair. In another way, he trusts Bro even less than he trusts Mom when it comes to playing this game in a fair way. You never know what the guy has up his sleeve, and that could very end end badly for Dad.

Still besides a very dangerous thread of losing, he has no opposition to the idea whatsoever.

He'll ask Bro though. ]

What do you say?

I say you two oughta stop reading my mind. [Bro smirks a bit, tilting his head and leaning just a little closer.] Hell yeah, I'll play the winner.

Wonderful. You don't mind if I keep my seat, do you?

[If she were any more coy she'd be living in a fish pond.]

I did already lose.

[ He's got a feeling this is all some sort of set up, but he can't deny the lady her seat, and he's sure nothing too bad can come out of this whole game. ]

Not at all, I think we can manage just fine where we are.

[ In fact, he'll just be turning around to face Bro, leaning forward a little. ]

If that's alright by you?

[Bro just keeps inching closer, brows raised over the edge of his glasses.]

More than alright, Daddy-o. Now pucker up.

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A WINNER IS not Mom

Poor mom

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