Uncle

Staring up from his back on the floor, Chance's eyes water from his unwanted laughter, brought on by the tickling. Gazing into Destiny's eyes as she peers over the edge of the couch, he smirks at her. "Women. None of you fight fair, you know that?"

Seeing her grinning, his eyes narrow. "You think I'm gonna give up that easily, you're sorely mistaken."

Quick as lighting, he reaches up and takes hold of Destiny's arm. Within what seemed less than a second, he had pulled her off the couch, wedged them both between the couch and the coffee table, then had forced her to the floor instead, winding up straddling her torso and pinning down her shoulders.

Looking down at her, it's his turn to grin. "Say uncle."


As Sapphire moves to Gage's side of the table, he looks at her with question, even when she explains. Did she know? Had she seen the other table? If that were true, she was bold enough to come right on over and sit next to him, claiming him as hers?

Though she was waiting for an answer about what he wanted to eat, he eyes her for several moments, not speaking until he was sure of the words he wanted to say. "Yeah... yeah, I know what I want. Just never quite sure if it's actually attainable or not."

Giving a little tired smile, he squeezes her hand. "But you've made it bearable. Thank you."

Looking back at his menu, he keeps her hand in his, as his thumb runs back and forth over her knuckles without him even realizing it. "Yep... I'm ready to order too."