“Apparently I was the one being cheeky,” Avery jokingly replied to Corey’s comment using the word that made them both chuckle. He admitted that he wasn’t too sorry and to that, Avery’s chuckle turned into a proper laugh. “At least you’re able to admit it.”<br/><br/>When it was time to check the photos, Avery was surprised to see Corey shifting in his seat without actually moving her legs or standing up at all. Her brow perked as she watched him lean all the way over as far as he could, wondering if he would be able to reach the print-out.<br/><br/>“What are you planning on doing with that poster, then?” She asked, a wry smile on her lips, as if to suggest that she knew exactly what he’d intend to do with a poster that featured her on it. He handed the photos to her a moment later, then asked if he’d like them. Avery pulled her leg off of him and instead rested over top of her other leg, scooting so that he could see them with her.<br/><br/>She grinned at each image. “Clearly, they just get better the further down you go,” she pointed from photo one to photo two and then to the final photo. Her fingers deftly peeled at the corner of the glossy paper, which actually separated the first print-out from the second. “Here,” Avery said, as she handed him one. “Now we can each keep one.”<br/><br/>Avery reached for her clutch and pulled it open, setting the photos inside, then looked back to Corey expectantly. “Shall we finish those drinks now?”