Rosalind laughed softly, watching his face turn from just the pink to the bright red. That was definitely interesting. She had dealt with his kind of people before. It was fun for her, and fairly easy. All she had to do was get him to continue drinking, and he would be hers for the day-and probably part of the night. That was her goal, just to have some fun with her new “husband.” She rolled her eyes with a teasing smile, giving him a good look over. “You aren’t listening to me again, Love,” she sighed, but had to laugh.
She caught the glance at her chest and silently laughed. This was going much better than she had planned. After so little physical contact for so long, this was a refreshing change. She was definitely starting to thrive.
Cam’s question made her laugh and straighten up. “Well, aren’t we becoming a bit personal?~” she teased lightly. Her thin fingers played with the next button on his shirt. “Maybe we should play a little game?” she asked. “Each personal question gets you a little closer to being undressed?” She took another small sip from her glass, eyes laden just slightly. She shifted closer, testing out how he would react to the proximity.
“But, to answer your question, it did come from my breasts,” she giggled. “So, technically, you’ve already hit second base.” Rosalind cuddled up to him contently. “Would you care to check if there are other things down there?”
He laughed nervously and removed her hands from his buttons. "That's only fair if we both play,now." He was starting to feel lighter, a bit...tingly. Ah, this was why he usually avoided alcohol, but it had been a few years and it was spring, he firmly reminded himself. This time might go differently, and much better.
He allowed himself to relax from his overtly rigid posture and slouch a bit, attempting to casually drape and arm over his "wife." However, the champagne certainly hadn't made him any more graceful, and he managed to drag his elbow across her hair, upsetting some of the pins that held it in place. "It certainly is a nice day, isn't it?" He decided to ignore her invitation to investigate, as he was actually starting to enjoy the situation (even if it was still very awkward and unusual, and even if he was still violently pink). No longer trying to gulp the champagne down as quickly, he gestured out across the water. "I mean, all these people here, and somehow they picked the two of us to have to get married."
