Which do you think will happen first, GG: Caisson/Talia or Caisson/Isobel?
Since all three of them will be in the land of ‘don’t ask and we won’t tell,’ I’d call it a tie but I don’t think either of those lovely ladies like to share — even after the fact. Sloppy seconds are so last generation, after all.
In the case of younger Andrews, though, the other thing we have to look at is cost versus benefit. He is interested in himself above all — and to tell you the truth (because I’m good like that all the time anyway)— there is no benefit for him in picking up his brother’s sloppy seconds.
So taking Beirut and the insane amount of alcohol out of things, I think Caisson will have a dalliance with Talia before he’d touch Isobel with his (or any) ten foot pole.
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someone's lips.
It could be considered a hobby of his in some ways, probably. He watches people. More specifically, he watches their mouths and it's one of those weird things that's always held his attention a little longer than another feature might.
Mouths are fascinating and you can tell a lot about a person from their mouth. He doesn't mean you can tell if they're rich or poor (but usually you can tell if they have access to reasonable dental care when you look beyond their lips), but you can tell if they're sexy without looking at the rest of them. You can guess by how fast their lips move if they're pissed off or stupid or if they want you. The last one is probably the easiest to read because there's sometimes tongue involved in that. Tongues.
God. Don't get him started. It's like the added bonus hiding behind lips.
He kind of spends a lot of time talking to Talia. Part of it is that she's entertaining to talk to, sure. But really, he could lose an afternoon watching her lips. Not for a stupid reason, like he loves them. For a good reason, because they're sexy as fuck. Her upper lip curls when she gets all confident and sassy, so pretty much always. She bites her lips when she wants a reaction from him and the gentle scrape of white teeth against the bold pink drives him nuts. That's usually what she's going for, so he generally tries not to make it known, but all of their encounters that are more than conversations begin and end with biting lips. If he likes it when she bites her, he fucking loves it when he bites hers. He's not saying that out loud because he isn't an idiot.
There are other things he wants to do to her lips. He wants to watch his dick disappear into them, her perfect lips wrapped around him, soft and firm. (Her lips, not his dick. At that point it would be hard. And shut up, he'll return the favor. He's attracted to more than one kind of lip, okay?)
He also wants to kiss them until the pink deepens to a bruised red.
In short: her mouth is fucking distracting. And he's really, really glad it's the bartender she's been talking to. He'd be in a world of shit if she caught him staring at her mouth instead of listening to her snark.
Good thing he can multitask, even as she's distracting as fuck wrapping her lips around the straw on her freshly refilled drink.
"What?" She asks suspciously, eyeing him as she swallows her first sip.
"Nothing," he replies. "You already know you're hot. I don't have to tell you."
But if he were to tell her... he doesn't know where he'd start. Her lips -- or her throat. Or... or... or... it's really for the best that he just takes her hand and leads her out to a place they can dance, which everyone knows is code for rubbing up against each other.
