<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Tuesday, June 6th - Afternoon, Brightman Residence<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Destiny t-shirt (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/BqmpTPkCAAAGX-x.jpg:large) and blue boxers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tae<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Playing Host<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg?1490501433475&amp;1490501435218&amp;1490501437401)</div>Terry wasn't sure what to make of his brand new company. Just the effort required to keep up with everything she was saying was firing off neurons and nerve-endings, forcing his brain into a proper upright position. Hell, by time she was hopping up on the counter he was<em>still</em>trying to figure out if that one-eighth Cherokee (it was<em>always</em>one-eighth) was a joke or if she were serious.<br/><br/><strong> "Cookies.  Peanut butter dark chocolate chunk and oatmeal with dried cherries, Greek yogurt chips and almonds, so hopefully you're not allergic to nuts."</strong><br/><br/>Terry shifted upright slightly, his hand rising and about to instinctively grab at his own sac and shout "Deez nuts!" like he and his friends often did. He didn't know when they actually started making the joke, as they were later to the party than everyone else. Perhaps it started out as something ironic, to make fun of people saying "deez nuts" in the most pointless situations it didn't matter. "Hey Matt, does the weather say it's gonna rain today?" "Deez nuts!" But somehow it just became another thing, an in-joke that was more about sharing it than it actually being funny.<br/><br/>"I don't seem to break out in hives when<em>you're</em>around, so I think I'm good," he retorted. Of course, inside he was cringing. God, what an awful retort. Leaning forward he lifted the wrapping from the plate to retrieve a cookie, already forgetting half of what she said was loaded into this cluster of diabetes.<br/><br/><strong>"Dude, I so did not expect to catch you in your boxers looking and sounding like you just rolled off the wrong side of a hang-over.  Late night?  Even <em>I've</em> been up for a couple of hours, and took the time to get dressed up all pretty to officially invite you to the neighborhood all proper-like. Still...Can't complain.  If I'm gonna be looking at a dude in his boxers, you're a better option than most of the other dudes under forty in the neighborhood."</strong><br/><br/>Terry chewed on the cookie as she paid him what he was going to take as a compliment. Honestly, if anything her attire only showed just how little he could read the girl. Perhaps she was simply testing to see if he'd blush and grin. "Aw, shucks Tae," with an embarrassed scratch behind the back of the head. Or if she was seeing if he'd begin peacocking and offering to show her more or some other obvious flirtation.<br/><br/>In truth, he couldn't really concentrate on any of that anyway. He'd only had store bought cookies his whole life, with the exception of when someone's mom or a girlfriend decided to bake some chocolate chip cookies or something similar. Simple recipes without experimentation. The fudge and peanut butter flavors melted in a fashion that made Reese's peanut butter cups seem like dry husks of "astronaut ice cream".<br/><br/>"You didn't make these," he said, leaning forward on his elbows once again as he took another bite of the cookie, unconsciously blocking the view of his crotch from her view. "You murdered some poor old lady around the block, raided her wardrobe, and then stole these from her counter." He put on a mocking expression, one of faux melodrama. "These were for her<em>grandchildren</em>, Tae!" He shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth. "You monshfa!" he spoke through peanut butter and crumbs.<br/><br/>Once he had swallowed he reached for another. "As for a late night, well..." he shrugged. "I dunno. Just wasn't expecting company. And nothing really crazy." He took a bite of the second cookie, sighing. "Pathetic, actually." He shrugged. "Not like there's much to do in a neighborhood like this anyway."