Thread: No Better Time to Bond - [QuirkyVixen & Crescent]

Jesus, Heather was quick to exclaim. Hands on the wheel, her eyes -- and head -- were in constant motion, flickering between the two passengers in her vehicle whilst doing what they could to maintain the road's curvaceous pathway with at least some regard for its fresh and bold yellow lines. This felt better. The last several days had been monotonous by her standards still lively but absent something vitally important. Having Joel back -- and that hand on her thigh -- prompted a wide, full smile and knowing eyes whose lids fluttered briefly. She was so bold as to let loose a sigh when it slid down in between, settling between body-warmed denim. Eye contact with Alex felt comfortable casual. Meeting anyone for the first time could be difficult, but it had only taken miliseconds for Heather to recognize that jovial Brennan nature in him. Like anyone, the sudden sight of flesh tones prompted the young woman to glimpse down a gesture which was only too clear despite that it happened through the reflection of a rearview mirror. In wake of it, she held Alex's eyes and returned his expression, unable to sprout a little grin at the sight of flush in his cheeks. Yup. Just like Joel. We should take a look at them later. Maybe tomorrow. The remark lifted haphazardly at the right corner of Heather's mouth, prompting a smirk that could only be described as mischievous. To say that she'd missed her boyfriend over the last week was an understatement. His hand on her thigh served to further tantalize, prompting its sister to veer inward if only to provide pressure around his hand. It wasn't that she'd made it impossible for him to withdraw, but it was clear that she did not want it. Yeah? She couldn't help but play naive. Thoughtfully, Heather contemplated just how appropriate it was to carry on like this with Alex changing clothes in the back. The vehicle, meanwhile, twisted sharply into a parking spot. Moments later, outside the car, she threw an arm around Joel's lower back, sinking herself into him before drawing in a deep inhale of him. Mmh, she hissed with an exaggerated grimace. You definitely abdicated showering. But that's okay. I still love you. With a cheerful snicker, she once again neglected the fact that Alex was watching only to give Joel's backside a firm and loud smack . The little diner was quaint but busier than Heather would've expected. As if to reaffirm the meager crowd, the alluring scent of purest junk -- grease, cheese, and liquor -- hanged heavy in a place that was surprisingly well lit despite the perpetual grey of a looming storm outside. She and Joel were close behind Alex, and when the time came Heather slinked along to the inside, looking expectantly to her boyfriend as he slid in alongside her. Heather was only just in the process of pouring over the drink menu when they were prompted, and none to her surprise, both men looked to her expectantly when the time came. Ummmm, she scanned again and again, but the reality was that this place didn't list out a plethora of fancy mixed drinks. She pushed the temptation away anyway. Liquor this early in the evening -- with driving on unknown country roads ahead -- was almost surely a bad idea. Besides, she had plenty of that stashed away in the vehicle for later. Can I just have whatever you have on draught please? A big one. She grinned sheepishly, deferring then as both Joel and Alex placed their own orders. Ooh. Can we have some cheese fries, too?