His laughter filled the space surrounding them, and the sound alone made the crooked smirk on her lips grow into a grin. Lately, the house had seemed more vacant than it had ever been – even more so than when her father had been away and it had just been her loitering around in the house. Her father and Rachel spent most of their time out shopping around for different renovation ideas, and to her absolute horror, her dad had dropped some sort of hint that some of his time spent had been looking for a ring. After her flat out refusal to go with him, things had been tense between the pair and Hennessey absolutely hated it. Ever since she was a little girl it had been her and her dad against the world, and that's the way it had always stayed, even as she grew older. He had always made time for her despite his hectic schedule on the road, and they had carefully carved out time to explore the cities they had been in each day. Since Rachel had moved in, however, all his free time had been transferred onto her and every little whim that the blonde could think of, which had been growing rapidly in number lately. Hennessey wanted her dad to be happy, and while she could admit that she had been protective of her dad’s heart in the past, her hatred for her dad's girlfriend didn’t stem from annoyance of losing her father’s time. It was that Rachel seemed to only have regard for Chris Keller’s money, and he was failing to see that, despite warnings from his daughter and the people that had always looked out for him. So it had been lonely and strange here but having Andrew around now made the space that much less stifling, even just for the night, and she could give a damn whether her dad cared, though she knew that it wasn’t going to a problem. “I’m glad I can be a dick around you." She was used to having to watch her mouth and her comments, her smart ass demeanour usually always slipping through anyways and getting her into trouble. But that pressure was taken off her around her best friend and it was a relief. “Andrew Hill, I would never!” Another blatant lie passed her lips, along with the incredulous parting of her lips -– he had her backed into the corner but she wasn’t about to let him have the last word, although there wasn’t much she could do to quell the smirk twitching at his lips. “Don’t test me, Andy.” The nickname passed her lips with a mischievous grin, her own challenging tone backing her words easily. With Andrew’s next words, white hot panic gripped her for a second and her body tensed, mind immediately racing to past memories. She could have said anything at a time like this, where alcohol cloyed her senses and left her without memory of it the next day. “Yeah, in your dreams probably,” was all she managed after a moment, fighting the urge to pull away and evade his gaze. It was probably a joke, those words most likely leaving her lips with nothing but sarcasm behind them. Slowly, she allowed the panic to seep out of her body and began to relax into his arm again, scrambling back to pay attention to his latest string of thoughts. “Is it? I’m sure their floor is very comfortable in that case.” She was loathe to admit just how much she was enjoying this, his arms holding her to his body in a way she hadn’t anticipated being so comforting -- or that her pulse had sped up a little as he done so, now that she wasn’t consumed with fear at her potential idiocy.“Oh, you’ve got some competition there. You’re definitely going to have to do some work to keep your spot.”
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