<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The small heels on her shoes clicked softly as they walked down the hall, coming to the luggage store before long. Her eyes scanned over the various bags before landing on the one her father grabbed, before she laughed brightly, eyes glinting with amusement. "I bet I could," she said lightly, staring at the large bag as she gently gave his shoulder a nudge with the side of her head. The man then grabbed up a little pink bag, one that instantly made her think of her little sister - a thought that Marcus seemed to have as well, bringing an amused quirk to her lips. "I bet she would. It's cute." Pink wasn't really Nessa's thing, but it suited her cute sister well. The pair went to the cashier then before giving them a curious stare.<br/><br/>Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink again as Marcus spoke and nudged her. But the girl played along, and happily so; she pushed herself up on the balls of her feet to press a kiss to the man's throat, her arm sliding down to wrap around his waist as she smiled bright, far too innocent, at the cashier. The woman looked a tad stunned, not to mention like she was burning to ask about it; as it was she just handed them their bags with a smile, and Nessa gave an appropriately girly, just-married-and-happy sort of giggle as Marcus kissed her cheek and they walked out. As soon as they were far enough away she laughed quietly under her breath, grinning up at her father.<br/><br/>His hand drifted to settle at the curve of her ass and she shifted, glancing up at him and biting her lip gently. "...We can eat last," she murmured quietly, kissing his throat again - what could she say, it was <em>right</em> there - as she hugged him back a little. "I know how much you need your liquor." Vanessa pulled back enough to give Marcus a teasing smirk. She tried not to bother him about it as much as the others did. As long as he was sober more often than not she didn't really care how much he drank.</span>