Sam gave Clarissa a thrilled little smile as she called him sis. He always loved when she did that! Even though he had a suspicion that this time it was more for the benefit of their guest than himself. True, he was wiggling his hips as he walked to the bar, but that was just because he was wearing five inch heels and a short dress, right? Of course. Why else would it be?<br/><br/>He brushed his hair back as he mixed up the drinks, watching his sister and his bully get even more cozy in the reflection of the mirror that hung above the wet bar. He gulped as he saw the way he handled her. It made the mix of emotions in his stomach even worse. How hot it was to see his sister get felt that way when he knew she wanted it, how happy it was for her to find the guy he knew she'd been crushing on for ages, and of course how mortifying it was that the man doing it was the one who used to push him around and call him names just for fun not that long ago. He watched for a moment, sucking in his plumped up, painted lips as he wondered so many things.<br/><br/>But he couldn't delay any longer and so he put the drinks on a silver tray and walked over with them. He bent down at the waist and knees both to set it down gingerly on the coffee table in front of them, easily within grabbing range. "Here you go you want them or...oh I'll just leave them here." He said with a little smile as he saw their hands might be preoccupied.<br/><br/>"Uh, well, um." He blushed adorably. "Maybe I should just leave you two to this?" He asked, glancing at his sister for permission as he took a deep gulp of his own drink. He had a feeling she was going to want him to stick around for a bit, and of course he was going to agree to do it, but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't at least<em>try</em>wiggle out of it. Besides his job as the wing-girl was done for the night, yes? He'd gotten Clarissa her stud and now they could be left to it and once Johnny proved himself a total disappointment they could go find someone else tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe they should spend a day in cuddling, he smiled at the thought. And maybe after that, maybe he should try to be more of a male in the relationship? Ugh he didn't want to. But being so girly got him, well, in situations like this where he was in a tight little club dress and five inch heels and totally made up serving drinks to his high school bully. He gulped a little as he glanced at the mirror again and saw the image he made. Damn. All the partying and dressing up really had added up quickly!