101 Ways Cain and DG are Found Out
Title: 101 Ways Cain and DG are Found Out - Unofficial Capacity Part Deux Version 2
Characters: C/DG, everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse, mostly established C/DG
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M to be safe for later NOW********
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: Drabbles and Oneshots of different scenarios of how C/DG could be found out by the rest of the OZ
Needed Elsewhere | One More Minute | Wallace and The Argument | It's Pumpkin Time | Lost in the Crowd | In Need of Courage | Trial and Error | Cain was in Trouble | Lounging About | My Lady | Sudsy | Congratulations | Break Time | The End of Break Time | A Different Point of View | At Desert's End | Child's Play | Tangled | Every Little Touch | Unofficial Capacity | Unofficial Capacity: Part Deux Version 1
A/N: You know you’ve been in the Tin Man verse too long when:
….you type the phrase “on her otherside”… and you are confused as to why spellcheck tells you it isn’t a word. *add to dictionary* HA!
Also - I don’t know how to use the word “draught” and I’m sorry if it’s wrong *headdesk*
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A bet was a bet that was a bet.
Unless you were a Tin Man.
Then a bet was a challenge, that was a contest, which was a competition. (Yes, in this case, those ARE separate things.) And that was before the wagers were agreed upon. Needless to say, that upon DG’s innocent announcement, things had quickly gotten out of control.
And while wagers were being made as to who was the missing-in-action date, other bets were running rampant throughout the room. Which is how Cain inevitably found himself accepting the following challenge(s).
“Look at the Princess just standing over there by herself.”
“She certainly hasn’t spoken to anyone for more than a minute or two.”
“Yes, she does seem to have quite a knack for dismissing people.”
“She hasn’t even danced with anyone.”
There was a beat of silence amongst the group. Cain and three of his old friends were standing near one end of the bar in the corner of the room watching the proceedings.
“I bet you can’t get her to talk to you for more than five minutes,” was said to no one in particular. The youngest of them, McDaniels. opened the can of worms.
“I’ll do it while circling her five times.” Randall quickly added fuel to the fire.
“I’ll get her to ask me to dance.” Sterling added his own spin.
“Terms?” Cain simply wanted this all to end.
Randall looked thoughtful.
“Losers have to wear their hats inside out.”
Cain scowled.
“That’s downright hurtful.”
Randall gave him an unimpressed look.
“Chickenshit,” he said with a grin.
Cain puffed up, a determined look on his face. Damn him for knowing what buttons to push.
“Fine. I will not only do all three, but I will do it without saying a word.”
“You’re on.” Chorused this three companions, and the four of them clanked their mugs together and downed the rest of their drinks.
With that Cain ordered the four of them another round, but instead of handing them directly to his friends, he gathered them up and made his way towards the Princess.
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DG was bored.
Ever since her little challenge, Wyatt had been hiding in the corner with his friends. She had a feeling that this would happen, but she didn’t think he would completely ignore her the whole evening. And she was more than a little miffed because it wasn’t like she really knew anyone other than him.
She sighed and shifted her weight, eyes scanning across the room and trying not to linger too long on the cor-
Wait! Where did he go!?
Now she had gone and lost the man. Her brow furrowed but she quickly found him. Or rather, he had found her. He was making a beeline right towards her through the busy dance floor with four mugs of beer.
Geez, take it easy Tin Man. So much for subtlety.
He quickly mounted the three steps separating the two of them to where she stood above the sunken dance floor. He smiled and winked at her as he made his way towards her. She returned a small smile hesitantly.
What was he…?
Her smile went away as he continued right on behind her, appearing on her other side, and disappeared down the steps and across the dance floor once again. She watched as he went right back to his friends and handed out the drinks.
……………maybe I should have brought Glitch…..!!! Maybe I DID bring Glitch…Was bodysnatching possible?
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When he got back to his friends, they were looking at him bemusedly.
“And here I thought you were just really thirsty.”
Cain pointed at finger at Sterling who had spoken.
“You’re going down, boys. You might as well quit now.”
“I’ll be back,” Sterling muttered under his breath and strode towards the Princess. His shoulder roughly brushed against Cain, who chuckled darkly, on his way past.
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DG was looking at Sterling as he spoke with a blank stare with which people appeared to think meant they captivated her.
They were wrong.
He held out his hand and she realized he had just mentioned something about a dance. But before she could respond, a food platter full of hors d’oeurves was being placed in his upturned hand. The plate nearly toppled out of his hand as he fought to steady it with his other hand, which was already occupied with a beer mug.
DG barely noticed this last part, as she was busy giving a surprised look at the hor d’oeurves-depositing-Cain who was circling her for a second time. He tipped his invisible hat to her, and after mock saluting Sterling, disappeared again.
DG did however notice Sterling’s glare at him before his face softened and looked back to her.
“Appetizer, Your Highness?”
She tilted her head and politely refused both the food and the dance.
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Upon Sterling’s return, Cain got a slap upside the head.
“Hey now!”
“I wasn’t sure sabotage was on the menu,” Sterling stated calmly. “Thank you for enlightening me.”
He and Cain shared a wicked smile.
“Well I had better get going on my own circles then, shouldn’t I?” McDaniels raised a glass in cheers before departing.
“I’ll go with you,” Cain muttered, taking a long draught from his mug.
“Shared conversation doesn’t count towards your five minutes!” Randall called after them.
They quickly made their way over to the Princess where she crossed her arms upon seeing them.
“Good evening, Your Highness,” McDaniels said with a bow. She nodded in return, but before he could finish introducing himself, Cain had rounded her and descended the steps once again.
“Umm…and you are?” She inquired after Cain. He merely turned back and raised his mug at her as he continued walking away.
She looked back to McDaniels, and narrowed her eyes. He snapped his mouth shut.
“This is all some sort of bet, isn’t it?”
“Well, Your Highness, I’m sure most of us are guilty of some sort of wager this evening-”
DG put her hands on her hips.
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Randall made a whistling noise of a plane crashing, complete with an explosion-like noise at the end.
“That didn’t last too long,” Cain commented.
“Yes,” McDaniels said dryly. “And she spent the whole time mad at you while taking it out on me.”
“Me? What did she say?”
“She wants no part of being the ‘butt of some joke’ as it were.”
Cain hid a smile.
“Guess you’ll have to turn up your charm then, Randall,” Cain noted, knowing that he was coming off as a right cocky bastard at the moment.
“Oh, I’ll show you how it’s done, son,” Randall said with a devious grin. He was the oldest of the group and definitely what DG would call a ‘silver-haired fox.’
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Randall managed to make it a whole minute through a conversation with her before Cain approached.
This is ridiculous.
As he casually strolled up and made his way around behind her, DG moved without missing a beat in the conversation. She backed up quickly, blocking him from completing his circle, but he sped up and scooted on around her before she could press her back against the nearest wall. He turned and pointed a finger at her, frowning and giving her a disappointed a look.
She breathed a laugh and held up a hand in a half shrug before letting it slap against her side in defeat.
“You could at least bring me a drink if you’re not going to talk to me!”
He turned towards the bar, but raised his mug in acknowledgement before walking away again.
She sighed and turned back to Randall, shaking her head. But Randall wasn’t there. He appeared on her opposite side and she held up a hand.
“I’m sorry. Are you guys circling me?”
“I beg your pardon?” Randall tried to play it off casually.
“Is it some sort of territorial marking or something? Because where I come from, you tend to get slapped if you do something like that.”
“Princess, I assure you, we mean-”
She held up a hand.
“You should probably go before you finish that sentence.”
“I think you’re right…”
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“Tough, isn’t she?” McDaniels queried as Randall returned.
Randall nodded but with a strange look on his face.
“She’s very abrupt. And yet….”
“I didn’t feel insulted,” Sterling finished for him.
“Yes.”
“Exactly!”
“It’s the damndest thing…”
“Hey wait a second…”
“Where’s Cain?”
And then the haunting first few notes of a dance called the Shashamba reached them from the band in the corner. A dance which every woman loved, and that almost guaranteed a dance floor so packed that it is impossible to cross. In an almost comical fashion the three of them froze, before slowly turning their heads back towards the Princess. And there he was. Having just handed her a drink he stood next to her stoically.
She looked from her drink up to him and then out across the dance floor as well. And then her mouth started moving and they all groaned.
Cain made a show of glancing at the watch on his wrist.
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“So are you ever going to talk to me?”
He glanced at his watch.
“Is that an ‘eventually’?”
He sighed through his nose and gave her a nod and a sympathetic look. She gave him an unimpressed look.
“And all of this, just for a bet?”
He shook his head, and held up four fingers.
“FOUR bets?” she asked incredulously.
He smirked at her and nodded.
“You guys are ridiculous.”
He shrugged.
“You realize you get to make this up to me, right?”
He took a drink and gave her a lecherous look over his mug. She scoffed and hit his non-drinking elbow.
“I didn’t mean like THAT!”
He stopped drinking but didn’t lower his mug. Narrowing his eyes at her he tilted his head. She turned pink and looked away.
“Shut up,” she muttered.
That elicited a smile from him but he took another drink to cover it up. They watched the dancers take a turn before he started tapping the bottom of his mug against his free hand and nodding his head to the music.
She looked at him like he had sprouted another head.
“You’re not serious are you?”
He looked at her and shrugged. Then he drew an invisible zipper across his lips, threw away the key, and shrugged again. She tilted her head and stared at him blankly. He straightened, and then scowled and pointed at her.
“I’ll give you whatever look I want, Mister. Just because YOU think we might as well dance since you aren’t speaking to me, does NOT mean I’ll be dancing with you anytime soon.”
He slumped and sighed, giving her a look that was pleading and knowing at the same time. She would not be swayed easily. When that didn’t work, he took a step towards her and leaned down slightly and looked her right in the eye, a small smile on his face. She lasted 5 seconds.
“Oh, dammit all,” she swore and turned to slam her glass down on the nearest table. He smirked victoriously and set his mug down beside hers.
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By now the boys were fascinated and more than a little suspicious, he could tell. After a few more minutes of one sided conversation, and a dance, he and the Princess came to a spinning halt next to his friends.
DG laughed breathlessly up at Cain before turning to his friends. She smiled brilliantly at them.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” she told them.
He held up a finger to interrupt her and guided her with his hands on her hips a couple of steps away from the trio. Then he walked in a final circle around her and glanced down at his watch, nodding as he counted seconds.
“Oh, for crying out-”
“Done!” he called out, interrupting her.
Her shoulders slumped and she huffed at him, but he was wrapping his arm around her waist again and pulling her towards the befuddled Tin Men. She looped an arm around his waist as well and placed her other hand on his chest. Apparently she was done with the original bet as well.
“DG,” he said into her ear while smiling at his friends, “I’d like to introduce you to my oldest and most trusted friends.” He pointed to each of them. “Randall, McDaniels, and Sterling.” They barely managed to nod in response. “Boys, this here is my date for the evening.” He rubbed his hand up and down her side for emphasis. She sighed tiredly at him before looking at his friends.
“Which one is the oldest and which ones can be trusted?” she asked mischievously twisting his words without missing a beat.
Laughter shook them all out of their shock. McDaniels elbowed Randall.
“I think that was aimed at you.”
“Please. I’m clearly the most trusted.”
“But not trusted enough to keep the secret of Cain’s hot date!” Sterling chimed in. He tipped an invisible hat to DG. “If you don’t mind me saying so, Your Highness.”
“Not at all,” she replied with a laugh.
“I gotta ask.” Randall held up a hand. He pointed between the two of them. “How did this happen? Because there is no way Mr. Personality here caught your eye out of a crowd.”
DG looked up at Cain, amused, while Cain gave an unimpressed look at Randall.
“The bets aren’t over for the night are they?” she asked him. He looked down and couldn’t resist her upturned face. He pressed his lips to hers briefly and then shook his head.
“Unfortunately…” he looked back at his friends. “We’re just getting started.”
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A/N: I seem to be lacking inspiration…sorry if these aren’t up to my usual standards. I miss writing. I especially miss having TIME to write…. We’ll see if I can work on that in the future.
Characters: C/DG, everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse, mostly established C/DG
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M to be safe for later NOW********
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: Drabbles and Oneshots of different scenarios of how C/DG could be found out by the rest of the OZ
Needed Elsewhere | One More Minute | Wallace and The Argument | It's Pumpkin Time | Lost in the Crowd | In Need of Courage | Trial and Error | Cain was in Trouble | Lounging About | My Lady | Sudsy | Congratulations | Break Time | The End of Break Time | A Different Point of View | At Desert's End | Child's Play | Tangled | Every Little Touch | Unofficial Capacity | Unofficial Capacity: Part Deux Version 1
A/N: You know you’ve been in the Tin Man verse too long when:
….you type the phrase “on her otherside”… and you are confused as to why spellcheck tells you it isn’t a word. *add to dictionary* HA!
Also - I don’t know how to use the word “draught” and I’m sorry if it’s wrong *headdesk*
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A bet was a bet that was a bet.
Unless you were a Tin Man.
Then a bet was a challenge, that was a contest, which was a competition. (Yes, in this case, those ARE separate things.) And that was before the wagers were agreed upon. Needless to say, that upon DG’s innocent announcement, things had quickly gotten out of control.
And while wagers were being made as to who was the missing-in-action date, other bets were running rampant throughout the room. Which is how Cain inevitably found himself accepting the following challenge(s).
“Look at the Princess just standing over there by herself.”
“She certainly hasn’t spoken to anyone for more than a minute or two.”
“Yes, she does seem to have quite a knack for dismissing people.”
“She hasn’t even danced with anyone.”
There was a beat of silence amongst the group. Cain and three of his old friends were standing near one end of the bar in the corner of the room watching the proceedings.
“I bet you can’t get her to talk to you for more than five minutes,” was said to no one in particular. The youngest of them, McDaniels. opened the can of worms.
“I’ll do it while circling her five times.” Randall quickly added fuel to the fire.
“I’ll get her to ask me to dance.” Sterling added his own spin.
“Terms?” Cain simply wanted this all to end.
Randall looked thoughtful.
“Losers have to wear their hats inside out.”
Cain scowled.
“That’s downright hurtful.”
Randall gave him an unimpressed look.
“Chickenshit,” he said with a grin.
Cain puffed up, a determined look on his face. Damn him for knowing what buttons to push.
“Fine. I will not only do all three, but I will do it without saying a word.”
“You’re on.” Chorused this three companions, and the four of them clanked their mugs together and downed the rest of their drinks.
With that Cain ordered the four of them another round, but instead of handing them directly to his friends, he gathered them up and made his way towards the Princess.
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DG was bored.
Ever since her little challenge, Wyatt had been hiding in the corner with his friends. She had a feeling that this would happen, but she didn’t think he would completely ignore her the whole evening. And she was more than a little miffed because it wasn’t like she really knew anyone other than him.
She sighed and shifted her weight, eyes scanning across the room and trying not to linger too long on the cor-
Wait! Where did he go!?
Now she had gone and lost the man. Her brow furrowed but she quickly found him. Or rather, he had found her. He was making a beeline right towards her through the busy dance floor with four mugs of beer.
Geez, take it easy Tin Man. So much for subtlety.
He quickly mounted the three steps separating the two of them to where she stood above the sunken dance floor. He smiled and winked at her as he made his way towards her. She returned a small smile hesitantly.
What was he…?
Her smile went away as he continued right on behind her, appearing on her other side, and disappeared down the steps and across the dance floor once again. She watched as he went right back to his friends and handed out the drinks.
……………maybe I should have brought Glitch…..!!! Maybe I DID bring Glitch…Was bodysnatching possible?
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When he got back to his friends, they were looking at him bemusedly.
“And here I thought you were just really thirsty.”
Cain pointed at finger at Sterling who had spoken.
“You’re going down, boys. You might as well quit now.”
“I’ll be back,” Sterling muttered under his breath and strode towards the Princess. His shoulder roughly brushed against Cain, who chuckled darkly, on his way past.
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DG was looking at Sterling as he spoke with a blank stare with which people appeared to think meant they captivated her.
They were wrong.
He held out his hand and she realized he had just mentioned something about a dance. But before she could respond, a food platter full of hors d’oeurves was being placed in his upturned hand. The plate nearly toppled out of his hand as he fought to steady it with his other hand, which was already occupied with a beer mug.
DG barely noticed this last part, as she was busy giving a surprised look at the hor d’oeurves-depositing-Cain who was circling her for a second time. He tipped his invisible hat to her, and after mock saluting Sterling, disappeared again.
DG did however notice Sterling’s glare at him before his face softened and looked back to her.
“Appetizer, Your Highness?”
She tilted her head and politely refused both the food and the dance.
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Upon Sterling’s return, Cain got a slap upside the head.
“Hey now!”
“I wasn’t sure sabotage was on the menu,” Sterling stated calmly. “Thank you for enlightening me.”
He and Cain shared a wicked smile.
“Well I had better get going on my own circles then, shouldn’t I?” McDaniels raised a glass in cheers before departing.
“I’ll go with you,” Cain muttered, taking a long draught from his mug.
“Shared conversation doesn’t count towards your five minutes!” Randall called after them.
They quickly made their way over to the Princess where she crossed her arms upon seeing them.
“Good evening, Your Highness,” McDaniels said with a bow. She nodded in return, but before he could finish introducing himself, Cain had rounded her and descended the steps once again.
“Umm…and you are?” She inquired after Cain. He merely turned back and raised his mug at her as he continued walking away.
She looked back to McDaniels, and narrowed her eyes. He snapped his mouth shut.
“This is all some sort of bet, isn’t it?”
“Well, Your Highness, I’m sure most of us are guilty of some sort of wager this evening-”
DG put her hands on her hips.
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Randall made a whistling noise of a plane crashing, complete with an explosion-like noise at the end.
“That didn’t last too long,” Cain commented.
“Yes,” McDaniels said dryly. “And she spent the whole time mad at you while taking it out on me.”
“Me? What did she say?”
“She wants no part of being the ‘butt of some joke’ as it were.”
Cain hid a smile.
“Guess you’ll have to turn up your charm then, Randall,” Cain noted, knowing that he was coming off as a right cocky bastard at the moment.
“Oh, I’ll show you how it’s done, son,” Randall said with a devious grin. He was the oldest of the group and definitely what DG would call a ‘silver-haired fox.’
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Randall managed to make it a whole minute through a conversation with her before Cain approached.
This is ridiculous.
As he casually strolled up and made his way around behind her, DG moved without missing a beat in the conversation. She backed up quickly, blocking him from completing his circle, but he sped up and scooted on around her before she could press her back against the nearest wall. He turned and pointed a finger at her, frowning and giving her a disappointed a look.
She breathed a laugh and held up a hand in a half shrug before letting it slap against her side in defeat.
“You could at least bring me a drink if you’re not going to talk to me!”
He turned towards the bar, but raised his mug in acknowledgement before walking away again.
She sighed and turned back to Randall, shaking her head. But Randall wasn’t there. He appeared on her opposite side and she held up a hand.
“I’m sorry. Are you guys circling me?”
“I beg your pardon?” Randall tried to play it off casually.
“Is it some sort of territorial marking or something? Because where I come from, you tend to get slapped if you do something like that.”
“Princess, I assure you, we mean-”
She held up a hand.
“You should probably go before you finish that sentence.”
“I think you’re right…”
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“Tough, isn’t she?” McDaniels queried as Randall returned.
Randall nodded but with a strange look on his face.
“She’s very abrupt. And yet….”
“I didn’t feel insulted,” Sterling finished for him.
“Yes.”
“Exactly!”
“It’s the damndest thing…”
“Hey wait a second…”
“Where’s Cain?”
And then the haunting first few notes of a dance called the Shashamba reached them from the band in the corner. A dance which every woman loved, and that almost guaranteed a dance floor so packed that it is impossible to cross. In an almost comical fashion the three of them froze, before slowly turning their heads back towards the Princess. And there he was. Having just handed her a drink he stood next to her stoically.
She looked from her drink up to him and then out across the dance floor as well. And then her mouth started moving and they all groaned.
Cain made a show of glancing at the watch on his wrist.
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“So are you ever going to talk to me?”
He glanced at his watch.
“Is that an ‘eventually’?”
He sighed through his nose and gave her a nod and a sympathetic look. She gave him an unimpressed look.
“And all of this, just for a bet?”
He shook his head, and held up four fingers.
“FOUR bets?” she asked incredulously.
He smirked at her and nodded.
“You guys are ridiculous.”
He shrugged.
“You realize you get to make this up to me, right?”
He took a drink and gave her a lecherous look over his mug. She scoffed and hit his non-drinking elbow.
“I didn’t mean like THAT!”
He stopped drinking but didn’t lower his mug. Narrowing his eyes at her he tilted his head. She turned pink and looked away.
“Shut up,” she muttered.
That elicited a smile from him but he took another drink to cover it up. They watched the dancers take a turn before he started tapping the bottom of his mug against his free hand and nodding his head to the music.
She looked at him like he had sprouted another head.
“You’re not serious are you?”
He looked at her and shrugged. Then he drew an invisible zipper across his lips, threw away the key, and shrugged again. She tilted her head and stared at him blankly. He straightened, and then scowled and pointed at her.
“I’ll give you whatever look I want, Mister. Just because YOU think we might as well dance since you aren’t speaking to me, does NOT mean I’ll be dancing with you anytime soon.”
He slumped and sighed, giving her a look that was pleading and knowing at the same time. She would not be swayed easily. When that didn’t work, he took a step towards her and leaned down slightly and looked her right in the eye, a small smile on his face. She lasted 5 seconds.
“Oh, dammit all,” she swore and turned to slam her glass down on the nearest table. He smirked victoriously and set his mug down beside hers.
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By now the boys were fascinated and more than a little suspicious, he could tell. After a few more minutes of one sided conversation, and a dance, he and the Princess came to a spinning halt next to his friends.
DG laughed breathlessly up at Cain before turning to his friends. She smiled brilliantly at them.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” she told them.
He held up a finger to interrupt her and guided her with his hands on her hips a couple of steps away from the trio. Then he walked in a final circle around her and glanced down at his watch, nodding as he counted seconds.
“Oh, for crying out-”
“Done!” he called out, interrupting her.
Her shoulders slumped and she huffed at him, but he was wrapping his arm around her waist again and pulling her towards the befuddled Tin Men. She looped an arm around his waist as well and placed her other hand on his chest. Apparently she was done with the original bet as well.
“DG,” he said into her ear while smiling at his friends, “I’d like to introduce you to my oldest and most trusted friends.” He pointed to each of them. “Randall, McDaniels, and Sterling.” They barely managed to nod in response. “Boys, this here is my date for the evening.” He rubbed his hand up and down her side for emphasis. She sighed tiredly at him before looking at his friends.
“Which one is the oldest and which ones can be trusted?” she asked mischievously twisting his words without missing a beat.
Laughter shook them all out of their shock. McDaniels elbowed Randall.
“I think that was aimed at you.”
“Please. I’m clearly the most trusted.”
“But not trusted enough to keep the secret of Cain’s hot date!” Sterling chimed in. He tipped an invisible hat to DG. “If you don’t mind me saying so, Your Highness.”
“Not at all,” she replied with a laugh.
“I gotta ask.” Randall held up a hand. He pointed between the two of them. “How did this happen? Because there is no way Mr. Personality here caught your eye out of a crowd.”
DG looked up at Cain, amused, while Cain gave an unimpressed look at Randall.
“The bets aren’t over for the night are they?” she asked him. He looked down and couldn’t resist her upturned face. He pressed his lips to hers briefly and then shook his head.
“Unfortunately…” he looked back at his friends. “We’re just getting started.”
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A/N: I seem to be lacking inspiration…sorry if these aren’t up to my usual standards. I miss writing. I especially miss having TIME to write…. We’ll see if I can work on that in the future.