Searching the ballroom, Finn did his best to catch sight of any of the other members of the FAB family. It was Riley he spotted first, making his way through the crowd as stealthily as possible. She was going to pay for telling him that he wasn’t a good charades player. Even if it was just a little prank between cousins. As quietly as he could, he tiptoed behind her and set up a sneak attack.
With a deep breath he leaned forward and let out a hot breath on the nap of her neck, contorting his voice to a strange voice. “By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.”
Maybe quoting Shakespeare was a bit cliche but it was the kind of fun he wanted to have tonight after a few too many drinks. Everyone seemed so happy and he was floating on cloud nine. He’d walked in with a beautiful red head on his arm. Nothing could turn this night around for him.
“Sorry,” he pulled back, laughing, “Couldn’t help myself. You look great, Riles. Look at that dress. Makes you look like your mom. In a good way. Not like a weird way.”
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