Roque and Pooch are congratulating themselves and bickering about who owes whom more money, Clay is still giving her that look over his shoulder at the computer, and Cougar is just standing there, still as a statue and twice as quiet. She's used to Cougar's silences, but this is fucking unnerving. So, Jake does what she always does when she's nervous or scared, she opens her mouth and lets words fall out.
"Christ, Cougs, I'm so sorry," she whispers, not wanting the others to be party to this but knowing it's inevitable with the size of their kitchen. "It was just...reflex, y'know, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. We can...pretend it never happened, okay? Or like, put it down to cabin fever, if you want. I know we're all going stir-crazy down here." But the thing is, she isn't. Her internet connection is kind of shitty and she doesn't have any of her high-tech toys, just a few Frankensteined laptops, but she's happy here. She feels girly and free, like a whole new woman, and she's pretty sure that's all down to the fact that she and Cougar have been playing house instead of wallowing in their misery like everyone else.
Roque has started cackling, throwing his head back and clapping his hand to his chest, and when she turns to glare at him, even Pooch is guffawing.
"You guys are such assholes, I swear to god," she mutters darkly, feeling very exposed suddenly in her backless sundress and bare feet.
"Aw, JJ, dont be like that," Pooch wheedles. She'd be more inclined to not be like that if he wasn't trying unsuccessfully to stifle a wide grin and rocking in his seat from the punch Roque landed on his shoulder.
She grimaces. "Don't call me that." Only Cougar gets to call her that.
"How come you don't go around kissing the rest of us?" Roque teases, his teeth bright and white in his face as he grins at her. Clay rolls his eyes. "That's not fair, bro."
"Oh fuck you." She flips him off, feeling her shoulders start to curl in, something hot and tight curling in her belly that's shifting from embarrassment to shame. She turns to Cougar for backup and finds him still just staring at her. Her shoulders curl in even more. "Carlos, say something."
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"Christ, Cougs, I'm so sorry," she whispers, not wanting the others to be party to this but knowing it's inevitable with the size of their kitchen. "It was just...reflex, y'know, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. We can...pretend it never happened, okay? Or like, put it down to cabin fever, if you want. I know we're all going stir-crazy down here." But the thing is, she isn't. Her internet connection is kind of shitty and she doesn't have any of her high-tech toys, just a few Frankensteined laptops, but she's happy here. She feels girly and free, like a whole new woman, and she's pretty sure that's all down to the fact that she and Cougar have been playing house instead of wallowing in their misery like everyone else.
Roque has started cackling, throwing his head back and clapping his hand to his chest, and when she turns to glare at him, even Pooch is guffawing.
"You guys are such assholes, I swear to god," she mutters darkly, feeling very exposed suddenly in her backless sundress and bare feet.
"Aw, JJ, dont be like that," Pooch wheedles. She'd be more inclined to not be like that if he wasn't trying unsuccessfully to stifle a wide grin and rocking in his seat from the punch Roque landed on his shoulder.
She grimaces. "Don't call me that." Only Cougar gets to call her that.
"How come you don't go around kissing the rest of us?" Roque teases, his teeth bright and white in his face as he grins at her. Clay rolls his eyes. "That's not fair, bro."
"Oh fuck you." She flips him off, feeling her shoulders start to curl in, something hot and tight curling in her belly that's shifting from embarrassment to shame. She turns to Cougar for backup and finds him still just staring at her. Her shoulders curl in even more. "Carlos, say something."