<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Oh good. Shopping. Nessa shrugged indifferently and smiled back up to her father. "Hey, it's up to you. I volunteered for this after all." Her stomach grumbled then, and while that usually didn't bother her in the slightest the way that her father's hand ran over her flat stomach and the sound of his voice as he brought it up made her flush. Damn it. She should've skipped the shower and gone straight to breakfast. Silently willing her stomach to shush she walked on with her father towards the liquor store. Personally she'd never been there, what with her being unable to drink yet. But from what she knew of liquor stores this one was quite nice. <br/><br/>Her eyes idly traced over each bottle as they passed before he was guiding her towards the counter. Suddenly he was talking about the family's issues with his drinking, and Nessa couldn't help but feel a little awkward. "...I know," the girl murmured, gently tugging her lower lip with her teeth. She didn't care that her father liked a drink now and then. She wouldn't care at all if it didn't have any effects on his health. "We just want you to be healthy." She glanced up at him, blinking as Marcus zipped his bottles into the new suitcase with a laugh. The sound made her smile return as she chuckled quietly, leaning comfortably into his firm body as they walked out. The food court was thankfully quite close by, but as his hand lowered to fondle the cheeks of her ass she found her mind wandering to things other than food. The joys of the teenage libido, she supposed. Her index finger drawing little circles on his hip through his clothes the redhead glanced up to the man. "Doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want." Her voice was a little lower, a bit of a blush on her cheeks as she flashed him a bit of a playful smile. Her train of thought was steadily straying away from food entirely - if they weren't in public she'd have made her internal musings very clear to him.</span>