Post by Ange Keating on Jun 25, 2012 20:22:38 GMT -8
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Okay, so he tried to ignore how disturbing the sight was before him. Seeing a youthful blond straddle someone who could very well be on Life Support in the next decade wasn’t necessarily the sexiest thing to witness in a hot tub. But information wise, he could tell they were finding chinks in the armor, and at least they could return to Landry with something. The night was still young though, and Elijah intended to get to the bottom of a large discovery.
And Truth or dare? Elijah probably hadn’t played the game since his wild high school years, but willingly obliged nonetheless. Plus, anything that gave him the opportunity to get someone topless by the end of the night was definitely something he could easily agree to. Hell, boob job or not, he was pretty sure he could work with Trisha, considering there was no chance in hell Emma would allow his topless Friday dream to come true. And after all, he had always been good at producing miracles, since his post-pubescent days of magically getting it up for Darcy Ellis, aka grater face. Yeah, definitely a memory he hated revisiting – it had involved loads of wine coolers, a cigar, and the back seat of her father’s minivan.
“Why the hell not?” Elijah agreed with a shrug, Emma nodding with him.
Trisha clapped again, and he automatically decided she had a quirk for being as loud as possible. Miracles. “Okay, Randy, you first!”
“Alright. You – truth or dare?”
“Dare!”
He smirked. “I dare you to… chug a straight glass of that Beaujolais.” Elijah decided to take the slow route, figuring it’d be easier to practically ask for anything later on when she had a little more to drink.
Emma gripped him by his jaw, pulling him into a faux kiss on the cheek, although her lips resided by his ear. “Are you serious? You should be daring Steve to drink the champagne! He’s the one we need drunk – not some ditzy blonde that is incredibly annoying sober, as it is.”
Elijah ran a hand down her arm, murmuring, “I have a plan. Just trust me.”
Just by the look glimmering in her eyes, he could tell ‘trust’ was the last thing she had for him. Well whether she did or not, his talent had obviously shined through in numerous occasions. He had a plan of his own that wouldn’t require Mr. Glover consuming a single drop of alcohol. Now this, getting Trisha drunk, was for his own amusement. Completely unattached to the plan. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him enjoying himself during the last days they had of ‘vacation’ time.
She giggled before allowing Elijah to pour her a glass of red wine to the very brim. Then, in ten seconds the cup was completely empty, and her girlish chortling only increased. He grinned at her for a moment before realizing they weren’t the only two people in the tub, his arm flying around Emma’s shoulder compassionately.
“I remember on me and Julie’s first date, after getting her to drink half a glass champagne, she was stumbling about the restaurant like a drunken school girl. And then after dinner,” he paused with a boyish grin. “Let’s just say I didn’t only score a waterfront table at a fancy restaurant that night."
That very second, he felt Emma’s nails bury itself in his upper thigh, a tight wince spreading across his features.
Steve guffawed, clinking his crystal with Elijah’s. “That’s awesome, man.”
He nodded, squeezing Emma momentarily. “She usually gets flustered whenever I bring it up, but she knows she’s a bad girl at heart. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Trisha joined in her boyfriend’s laughter holding up her hand. “Okay, I'm saving her from this torture! I’ll go next. Emma – truth or dare?”