Renots

Mog couldn't help but giggle at the comment.

"Do you really want to know that badly, Macy?" she teased, running her hand through her hair. "It might not be who you expect -- or want, for that matter."
 
Travis

Trav's eyebrows shot up at Mog's comment. That certainly wasn't a normal comment... since when was she so lovestruck? The Mog he knew would never be all soppy over a guy.
"That's an interesting comment, Mog. But I think Macy has a point..." he said, his voice trailing off suggestively.
 
"Oh... It's not what you're problemly thinking, Travis. You see, I was just telling Macy here about our evening and she asked about Deacon. I told her that he and I had some fun tonight -- nothing intimate or anything, but I certainly wouldn't mind if something came between us. I just mentioned to her that if nothing happened, I did have my eye on a girl that I know..."

With that, Mog allowed her speaking to drift off. She loved to keep people begging for something she knew and they didn't.
 
Macy

"Travis, my boy, you're a man after my own heart. C'mon Mog, fess up. Who is it that you want to conquer!" She joked, but inside, she was hoping. And preparing for the possibility that it was not...

"And none of that vague shit. Out with the truth, or you getta no more beera."
Macy grabbed her beer and took a gulp.

Mog grabbed for it, and Macy passed it to Travis.
 
Mog visibly sunk. Macy and Travis had the upper hand on her in the beer department.

"Fine, fine, I'll confess!" she pleaded, trying to reach for her beer. Travis made sure to hold it far enough away that she couldn't reach it, and Macy kept her pinned to the couch. Mog sighed, leaned back, and looked down into Macy's eyes.

"You really wanna know that bad, huh?" once again she let a grin grace her thick lips. "Alright. No more vague bullshit then, and I won't lie about this." She paused a moment.

"Macy, ever since I first moved in with you and I saw you get out of the shower... Coming out of the bathroom, wrapped in that tiny towel with water dripping down your body, steam rolling out after you, I knew that I wanted you. Since then, it's turned into more than just a lustful thing, though... I mean, you've turned out to be a wonderful person, and we already live together. I just never brought it up because I wasn't sure about your sexual orientation and I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable and get my ass booted out of the house. It is yours, after all."
 
Travis

OOC: *deletes last post* whoopsies... doncha hate it when the other people post at the same time as you and screw up everything you've written? hehehehe...
 
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Macy

Macy had prepared herself for how she would react if Mog DIDN'T say her, but she had neglected to prepare herself for if Mog DID say it was her. In her silence, Mog's face fell a little.

Macy couldn't speak. She looked at Travis, who suddenly looked like he was in the wrong place.

Macy grabbed the beer from him, took a slug of it, and handed it to Mog. Travis left, saying he would let them work it out. "Well, of course it's me! Finest bod west of well, Europe." This was Macy's way. Make a joke, and go on. But she couldn't leave it like that, with Mog thinking she didn't feel the same.

She leaned in and ran her tongue up Mog's earlobe and whispered..."I want you too, Mog, baby" and swept into the kitchen to get more drinks.

"When the HELL are Deac and Zo gonna get here with the beer? We're out!."
 
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Travis

Suddenly Travis was feeling VERY uncomfortable. He never even knew Mog was bi until 2 minutes ago, and now he's just witnessed her confession to her room-mate.
Damn, I wonder what Deacon would think if he knew. Trav had seen the way Mog and Deacon acted around each other... those two seriously deserved each other, but this...
Of course, Travis was fine with it. He was open minded, and intolerance, he always thought, was the biggest trouble in the world today.
"Uh... I'm just gonna leave you two alone for a bit... to, uh, work things out. I'll just be out front, um, waiting for the others." Travis said, running a hand through his mop of red hair, before hurriedly standing up and practically running for the door.
 
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Mog watched as Macy rushed out of the room and into the kitchen, taking a swig of her beer.

She looked over to Travis, hoping she wasn't making him uncomfortable in the situation. He seemed to be, as he muttered something about leaving the two of them alone and practically ran for the door.

"Travis, you don't have to leave," Mog said earnestly.
 
Travis

Trav paused just before getting to the door as Mog spoke.
"Uh... no, no, it's fine, I just think you guys might wanna talk... and it'd be better with a bit of privacy, right?" He said, turning his head and shooting a nervous smile at Mog. Without any further conversation, he opened the door and stepped outside, walking out to take a seat on the lawn out the front as he waited for Deacon and Zoey.
Holy shit, he thought. This is really... surprising. So rushed, so... well... weird.
It's all cool, he told himself, it's all cool. Just relax, and think about something else. As his mind drifted off, he began to tap a beat on his legs with his hands, closing his eyes in an attempt to escape what was a very awkward situation.
 
Zoey

Zoey and Deacon passed the car ride in mainly silence, thinking about the awesome gig that had just passed. Once they stopped at Mog's place, Zoey opened the door and bounded out.

"We're here because we have beer because we're here because we have beer..." she sang, surprisingly on key, but stopped when she saw Travis.

"Felt like sitting outside and freezing to death, Trav?" she asked him, sitting beside him.
 
Deacon hoisted the case up on his shoulder, and grinned at Travis.

"I've got a key, ya know. Let's get inside."

He went to try the key, then found the door unlocked. His eyebrows lowered, and he turned to look over his shoulder.

"Something wrong Travis?"

He waited for Travis to tell him and Zoey what happened, than he frowned. He couldn't believe the pang of jealousy he felt. He pushed it down ruthlessly. Deacon, you jackass, you've had your chance, and you blew it. Take it like an adult.

"Well, I'm sure Mog wouldn't want us all sitting outside... I at least have to put the beer in the fridge." He pulled two beers out, and tossed them to his bandmates. "Here's a couple for you guys. Let's get started." He forced a grin, and walked into the house.

Then he froze. Travis said Macy ran into the kitchen!

"Uhhh, Mog? Macy? Beers here. Where should I put it?"

He nearly groaned at the stupid question, but didn't want to interrupt anything...
 
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Macy

Macy peeked out from the kitchen. "In the fridge, Deacon...where else?" She laughed as if she hadn't a care in the world. But there was so much to think about, to want tonight.

She wrapped her arms around Deacon, kissing the corner of his mouth. "God, you stink, Deac!" She went with him in the kitchen, trying to disguise her discomfort. "Sounds like you had quite a show. Wish I could have been there to see that! Not to mention seing you sweating like a sex god up there!"

They put the beer in the fridge and Macy took one out and opened it. "Let's get this party started." She swept into the living room and jacked up the stereo and began to dance, discreetly eying Mog as she did.
 
Deacon relaxed some, and hugged Macy back, chuckling at the sex god comment. He swears women just liked to see him blush. He lowered his head so his hair hung down the sides of his face, and grabbed a beer. He watched Macy practically fly from of the kitchen, and grinned.

"Yeah, lets," he whispered, and followed her, surrepticiously sniffing at his armpits before leaving the kitchen. Damn, he did stink. Maybe he should ask Mog to let him take a shower.

He saw Mog sitting, and Macy dancing, and parked his ass on the couch.

"Hey Mogs... sorry it took us so long. I had problems with the bartender."

Mog grinned at him, but he cut her off before she could give him any shit. He ran his hand through his hair, and looked at her hard, his eyes boring into her.

"She's not my type. You, of all people, should know that."

Then he remembered Mog's declaration for Macy, and slowly looked away, watching Macy dance. Be a man. "Why don't you join her? I like watching you wiggle." He forced a grin.
 
Travis

Trav and Zoey stayed outside a while, still a little lost in everything.
"I've been uncomfortable in situations before, but never than uncomfortable." Trav said as he took a swig from the beer that Deacon had passed him, before pushing his hair back behind his ears. "I'm sorry, this must be awkward for you. C'mon, let's go inside." he said to Zo after a while. The two of them stood up, before making their way into the house.
 
Macy

Macy was swaying to the music suggestively as she crooked a finger to Mog. Mog got up and joined her. Macy was feeling excited, but a little uncomfortable considering everybody there.

"Hey, Trav...you dance, don't you? Show us how it's done!"

They laughed as Mog and Macy continued to dance.
 
Travis

"Me? Dance? Uh, I guess..." Travis said. He had barely entered the room and already they had invited him. "But Deacon and Zoey are better..." he said, indirectly inviting the other band members.
He made his way over to Macy and Mog, closing his eyes and letting the music take control of his movements, feeling his body begin to sway as he connected to the rhythm. All else was forgotten as he moved to the music.
 
"Come on, Deacon and Zoey -- everyone's dancing 'cept you two. It's not a party unless we're all having fun," she smiled.

Mog watched Deacon for a moment, and then her eyes returned to Macy. She wasn't sure who she wanted more... Both were great people, and both were damn sexy.

Mog shrugged to herself, and just decided to let things happen as they would.
 
Deacon chuckled. "Unless it's a lap dance, I'm not interested."

He watched them for a little while. Mog especially.

"Oh, what the hell," he murmured, and rose to join them.
 
Macy

Macy had moved around to Mog's backside and was playfully holding Mog's hips as they danced to the music. Deacon was in front of Mog, and Macy thought she must have felt like a hot sandwich, being between the both of them. Macy closed her eyes while she danced, in an effort to not look at Mog and get so obviously aroused.

Sensing that this was too much WAY too soon in the night, she danced away and flopped down on the couch, taking a gulp of her beer.

"Fuck! You guys have so much more energy than me. Ten minutes dancing, I'm done!" She laughed as she watched the group bounce and sway about.
 
Mog watched as Macy retired to the couch. "Alright, but you're missing out."

Mog continued to dance, focusing most of her attention of Deacon, he being right there in front of her.
 
Deacon swayed to the music, and to Mog. He never felt comfortable dancing, but for some reason, felt right this time.

He placed a hand on her waist, and moved closer, his eyes on her...
 
Mog smiled, locking her eyes on Deacon's. She didn't mind their bodies being so close; in fact, she enjoyed it.

Pretty soon Mog found herself grinding herself against the lead singer of the Renots teasingly -- she just couldn't help herself.
 
Macy quickly realized she made a mistake, as Deacon and Mog began dancing suggestively. But she couldn't exactly hop up there after being on the couch two minutes. Far too obvious, and she could see that Travis was taking it all in, perhaps to ward off any drama. Well, if it were up to Macy, there weren't going to be any battles for Mog. She wanted to get drunk and have a blast. She downed her beer, and went to the kitchen for another. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer.

"Besides, I can talk to her any time I want...we live together." She laughed into the refrigerator. "Damn, I'm talking to a ham sandwich."

She began to giggle uncontrollably. "Hey, somebody open this beer...I think I'm too drunk!" Or giddy, one or the other.
 
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