"Not yet." Simon repeated and looked over at Drayn as though that meant the little mushroom that had sprouted exactly between them was fair game. Drayn returned the attention and then smiled. It was a friendly configuration of his lips, but he didn't seem all that amicable then. It was enough to make Simon sit back.<br/><br/>"He's too adorable!" Becka continued and reached to pinch the thread Robyn was fiddling with too. She helped him a little, unraveling the denim, but she didn't seem so good at it, which probably meant she was intentionally incompetent. A pair of jeans are important. They can be a modern day piece of armor. Eventually she squealed when she looked at his face again. "Hey boy, you want a freebie?" she asked and then glanced at Drayn.<br/><br/>"Woa." Simon gave and shook his head. "Nah, whore, Imma be first if Drayn shares. I was literally first in line, bitch."<br/><br/>Drayn grinned darkly and pulled Robyn onto his lap possessively, his mood heavier by Simon's rudeness. "Becka's not a whore." he whispered into Robyn's ear after having caressed hair to the side. While the message hadn't been heard, it was clear that Simon's mouth must be salivating from the visual intimacy. "She's just a friendly soul in an unfriendly place." Becka reached to touch Robyn's other ear, and free it from the dark mop too. It was just a touch though, she wasn't going to whisper.<br/><br/>"How about it, little boy? Want to suck on mommy's titties?" she offered, and she did look friendly then, through the makeup.<br/><br/>Drayn didn't seem opposed to the idea as he pulled out another cigarette which Simon begrudgingly lit.<br/><br/>"You're all fuckers, you know that." he said with a whiney voice.<br/><br/>Drayn held Robyn's hand, and it would have looked like familiarity, if he wasn't locking his thumb very tightly over the knuckles that he'd quickly set out of place before. It seemed for all his defending the boy, Robyn had said something to upset him, though it was likely not this ordeal with Becka.