Derek raised an eyebrow at Kristina but didn't say anything. She seemed to want to keep this private, and he had no intention of violating his friend's secret he had stumbled upon. Violating other things, however...thoughts most naughty had lodged in his mind, and he couldn't shake loose images of fucking her in various positions, both typical and exotic, as she wore that lingerie set he glimpsed on her photo roll. Or less.<br/><br/>Shaking his head to bring him back to the present, he was just in time to laugh along with the group when Amber made a joke about his driving habits. He shot back at Tina with, "Well if I wasn't so distracted by Mom Jeans over here!"<i>Maybe you should just take them off</i>, he didn't add. Maybe he wasn't gonna get anywhere with her in a purely romantic sense, but he'd be damned if he didn't want to get into those pants she was wearing. He also took a perverse pleasure in being the only one who knew the real reason she was dressed like that.<br/><br/>On the other hand, the bar was rather devoid of others except their little group; some retirees and a few graveyard shift workers were the only ones there besides Derek, Amber, Kristina and the others, so hopefully no one else would ruin their good time. After all, everyone their age didn't start partying until the sun went down. Well, unless they had something to celebrate, anyways. So maybe... Derek had a goal in mind for tonight, now it was a question of how, where and a few other logistics...but he had all day to figure those out.