Pink

"Reminds me too much of myself... right." Carson rolls his eyes as he starts out of the TJY parking lot.

Misty's comment of a Banks being tamed brings a grin to his face. "I don't know... looks like you've done a pretty good job of that." Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he reaches over to ruffle her hair lovingly. "But I guess it's not so bad."


Wyatt can't help but laugh at Aerith's chiding as he goes around to the passenger side and gets in. "If I didn't tease you, you'd think I was neglecting you."

Buckling up, he takes a deep breath. "I'm thinking... Chinese. Either that or we can wait a few minutes and follow my dad and Angelica and show up at the next table over just to be ornery."


Alec bounces Ryan on his lap a little to tease her. "You think I wanna go up against your brother? I don't know - I've heard some pretty interesting stories. I might be too scared."

"Uh-huh." Eli's eyes are narrowed with sarcasm. "Sorry I don't have any camo paint, Speedy. All I got is pink."

Alec's eyebrows rise, again wondering at this secret paint job. "Pink. You have... pink paint."

"Well that and some white... and maybe some yellow... purple...." Eli grins and stands up to take his empty beer bottle to the counter.

"So um..." Alec cocks his head. "How are you planning to not get caught anyway? I mean after the fact. Roth's gonna know it was you or us."

"Ah, but will he be able to prove it?"

"Pink paint... come on. Eli McKade with pink paint in his possession?"

Eli's grin widens. "Don't you worry about a thing."


Seeing Dalton, Dani smiles and enters his apartment, following towards the kitchen were it smelled awfully good. Having the roses presented to her, her smile widens and she accepts them a little shyly. "Oh, Dalton, these are beautiful.... thank you."

She smells of their sweet fragrance before feeling Dalton's hand on her cheek and receiving his gentle kiss. Looking up at him, she puts a hand over his, keeping his palm on her face. It felt so warm and strong and safe.

At the same time though, his question revealed to her that the inner turmoil she was feeling was apparently evident in her eyes. She hadn't meant it to be. Whatever was bothering her must be something silly if she couldn't even think of what it was.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay." She nods and forces another smile, though her eyes lack the shine that should go along with it.

Dropping her gaze, she looks at the roses again, admiring them. "These smell good... but whatever is cooking smells really good too. What's the hulk got cooking tonight?"