@Rowdy Stevenson
Amy was disappointed when the kiss ended, but only realised after that her leg was up on his waist, and his hand snugly holding it there. She simply grinned at him and when his grip lessened, she let her leg fall. Her hand untangled from his hair and she let it slowly drop, her nails lightly grazing as it fell.
His question earned a soft noise of amusement and she leaned back up to his lips, but didn't kiss him, "Passable, I suppose... Kinda hot" she whispered with a mischievous glint, "Though I suppose you're the type of guy who likes a challenge, right?" Moving a little, she reached to the booth, grabbed a ticket and a pen, scribbling something then throwing the pen back to the booth and holding up the ticket to show him. A phone number. She then stepped forward and slid the ticket snugly into his belt.
"Lemme know if you want a rematch... Or to hose me down" she whispered, eyes shimmering red before pulling back and biting her lip a little, stepping a little back. "Names Amy" she said with a quirk of her brow, "See you later hot stuff" she winked and turned, walking away for the next woman to have a go, but not before a quick glance back and a smirk before he lost her in the crowd.
Amy was disappointed when the kiss ended, but only realised after that her leg was up on his waist, and his hand snugly holding it there. She simply grinned at him and when his grip lessened, she let her leg fall. Her hand untangled from his hair and she let it slowly drop, her nails lightly grazing as it fell.
His question earned a soft noise of amusement and she leaned back up to his lips, but didn't kiss him, "Passable, I suppose... Kinda hot" she whispered with a mischievous glint, "Though I suppose you're the type of guy who likes a challenge, right?" Moving a little, she reached to the booth, grabbed a ticket and a pen, scribbling something then throwing the pen back to the booth and holding up the ticket to show him. A phone number. She then stepped forward and slid the ticket snugly into his belt.
"Lemme know if you want a rematch... Or to hose me down" she whispered, eyes shimmering red before pulling back and biting her lip a little, stepping a little back. "Names Amy" she said with a quirk of her brow, "See you later hot stuff" she winked and turned, walking away for the next woman to have a go, but not before a quick glance back and a smirk before he lost her in the crowd.
@ Neriah
Mercy had been mid-laugh at something Gandrell said when a familiar burst of energy came bounding toward her. The moment she spotted the radiant grin, she let out a delighted gasp. “Neriah!” she squealed, eyes bright with surprise and affection.
Without hesitation, Mercy rounded the booth, her cowgirl hat nearly flying off as she hurried straight into Neriah’s arms. She hugged her tight, the kind of hug that lifted one foot off the ground and left both women laughing.
“Are you kidding me? You would’ve stolen all the attention!” she teased, pulling back just enough to look her friend over. “Besides, somebody has to keep this booth respectable. Or at least try to.”
She gave a playful glance toward the booth where Neriah had just been, one brow arching with mischief. “And judging by what I just saw, you are definitely not helping that cause.” Her grin widened, warm and full of pride. “But you look amazing. Leave it to you to make a family carnival blush.”
Still laughing, Mercy looped an arm around her friend’s shoulders and gave her another quick squeeze. “Next time, call me before you make half the fair jealous. We’ll plan our outfits and make this place melt together.”
She tipped her hat with a wink, the corners of her mouth curving into that trademark Mercy smile. “Now come on, sugar. You’re not escaping without trying one of Gandrell’s drinks.”
Mercy had been mid-laugh at something Gandrell said when a familiar burst of energy came bounding toward her. The moment she spotted the radiant grin, she let out a delighted gasp. “Neriah!” she squealed, eyes bright with surprise and affection.
Without hesitation, Mercy rounded the booth, her cowgirl hat nearly flying off as she hurried straight into Neriah’s arms. She hugged her tight, the kind of hug that lifted one foot off the ground and left both women laughing.
“Are you kidding me? You would’ve stolen all the attention!” she teased, pulling back just enough to look her friend over. “Besides, somebody has to keep this booth respectable. Or at least try to.”
She gave a playful glance toward the booth where Neriah had just been, one brow arching with mischief. “And judging by what I just saw, you are definitely not helping that cause.” Her grin widened, warm and full of pride. “But you look amazing. Leave it to you to make a family carnival blush.”
Still laughing, Mercy looped an arm around her friend’s shoulders and gave her another quick squeeze. “Next time, call me before you make half the fair jealous. We’ll plan our outfits and make this place melt together.”
She tipped her hat with a wink, the corners of her mouth curving into that trademark Mercy smile. “Now come on, sugar. You’re not escaping without trying one of Gandrell’s drinks.”
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