<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3e/ClarkLeightonLarge.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Clark Jacoby Leighton</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070156#msg13070156)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Outside the Ortiz house<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>L'Esprit de l'escalier<br/><br/>Clark puffed his cheek against the pinch and rolled his eyes. "You say being pawed at like you can't cut their hearts out with half your tongue, sweetie." He drawled the last word to make mock of the affection, despite it being a little real. "Ha Ha Ha, Desi. That enough yukking, or should I go on?" Regardless he followed up with a low actual laugh, shaking his head and combing his ginger hair with his fingers. He knew he didn't have much good reason to get her to go, but seeing what they could talk each other into had been a game they'd played for a long time. Even if that meant most of his tricks had been seen through by now.<br/><br/>"Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz. I thought we settled the question of if I find your body hot years ago." He smirked and winked. "If you wanted to test if it still held, alright. But it won't blind me to your bad side." A long shrug and a crack of his neck. "Also, it'd mean admitting to caring about my opinion. That sounds pretty risky." He sat back, huffing out some of the bravado and bluster, crossing his legs, knee against the steering wheel.<br/><br/>"So, yeah. I made a promise. Maybe a mistake, but not going to bail on it. You coming along would make it better, and I don't like leaving you in the lurch when you want to hang out." He glanced sidelong. "So, if you've a price, let me know what it is. If it's just a no go, fine, but sucks to be you." He'd slipped into a resigned tone, reaching back to rub the nape of his neck. Then he sat up suddenly, perking up. "Oh, shit. I missed the best retort for that strip club line."