It was really, really tight in that tiny photobooth, and Corey was quite glad that Avery had taken charge of the controls as he was having a difficult time concentrating on anything other than how good she smelled.  Turning to the screen, it suddenly struck Corey that he didn’t remember putting any money in the machine.  It seemed to be working though, so maybe it was free?  That didn’t seem like something the Tropicana would do, but he guessed so.<br/><br/>At Avery’s response he nodded, suddenly feeling the need to swallow as her voice lowered into an even sexier range, before being thankfully distracted with needing to look at the screen.  “Yeah, save the best for last, as it were.”  He replied softly.  As the countdown began, Corey gave his best attempt at a serious face, pinching his lips together and raising a single eyebrow in what he thought was an incredulous manner.  A second later a bright flash filled the booth, and he blinked rapidly as he gladly let that expression go.<br/><br/>“Ok, silly time..”  He grinned, turning back to Avery.  “I’ll admit this one is probably a bit more natural for me than the last.” He joked, leaving off any mention of the plan for the last pic.  “Must admit I am looking forward to seeing what you do here.”  He said, nudging her shoulder slightly with his.  Sticking out his tongue as far as he could, Corey crossed his eyes for good measure before raising both his hands into peace signs next to his face, mocking an expression far too many people made online and which his friends mocked constantly.  They’d love it.