<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: living room<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7996399#msg7996399">Quote from: Stella Maris on 03-04-2013, 22:26:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She nodded as he spoke. <strong>"So, no obvious drinking on camera. Got it. And I'm pretty sure they'd get nailed for 'contributing to the delinquency' or some shit like that for the games."</strong> <br/><br/>She turned to exit the kitchen to find Carter on his way in. Her brow quirked just slightly at his rather insistent request as she finished off the last of her crust. <strong>"Sure thing,"</strong> she answered with a nod. <strong>"We've got a bit of unfinished business to finish up, anyway."</strong> She gave Sid a wink as she followed Carter back out of the kitchen.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Carter offered his free hand to the firecracker to take if she wanted while his other tested his coordination with what was left of his pizza. Then he paused in the middle of the room and looked down at Sandra.<br/><br/>"Y'know, I was headed back for the couch, because I figured it would be tacky if I feel asleep on you while we were getting to know each other. So, rather than be a pushy ass, I'd like your opinion." Grinning a little giddily, he tapped her forehead with a fingertip. "'Cause I'm curious about that too. Despite the hormone storm front, I think I'd like to know your brain too. Not that you aren't sexy and I won't take care of you and... I really should shut up, shouldn't I?"