Too Comfortable

"I'm actually rather fond of Go Fish." Rosalyn keeps a straight face as she reaches for a Twizzler. Finally grinning though, she shakes her head. "Euchre is fine though." She'd learned to play quite a variety of card games since living here - it was a must for the night owls. She liked most of them though, so she never really minded what was played.

Getting started with the game, Rosalyn finds herself chatting and laughing with ease as they played. Teasing each other was the best, and she'd finally found someone quick enough with comebacks to make the banter fun. Losing all track of time, she really didn't care. This was the most fun she'd had in a while, and she wasn't yet ready to give it up. In a couple days, it would be gone - she wanted to soak up as much as she could.

Somewhere along the line, she ends up sitting next to Chad, either carefully holding her cards sideways, or just plain not caring if he saw them. And as her eyes grow heavy, she leans her head on his shoulder, forcing herself to continue the game. With each hand though, her eyes grew heavier and heavier, closing in between turns. And eventually, she misses a turn, her cards sliding from her limp hand. It was late, it had been a long day, and her body was just too comfortable.