Jack stood on the dock, staring over the edge into the dark blue water. He was frustrated with himself, angry that he’d had to let himself get knocked out during the challenge. «Thank God we had Rosie to take charge. I feel so lame… I would have contributed more if I could just swim. What 17 year…
Claire: *walks up behind* Hey there tiger. *smiles*
Jack looked over at her. “Tiger….?” he repeated curiously. “What are you talking about?”
Claire: oh you know. You. Monica. kissy kissy. dock. the other night. *smirks* look at you hot stuff. *gives a cat claw impression* Rawr.
Jack blushed profusely when she mentioned her voyeurism. “Y-you were watching?” he stammered. “Not that I’m ashamed or anything.. but… it’s rude to spy on people!” he protested, embarrassed.
Claire: *puts hand on shoulder* Have you not learned anything about me yet? Spying on people is what makes me. well..me. *she smirks* By the way…your not that bad of a kisser.
Her remark made his face turn an even deeper shade of red. “Er, ah, thank you?” he said, fumbling with his words. <<Am I supposed to tell her she was too? I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time…>> he thought to himself.
“Complimenting me still doesn’t get you off the hook; you shouldn’t be creepily spying on people!” he reprimanded her, but he had no bite to his bark. He wasn’t really angry, per se, just embarrassed.