<div class="floatright">(https://media.outnow.ch/Movies/Bilder/2011/Change-Up/movie.fs/04.jpg)</div>Jaclyn's blush is without a doubt adorable. It's a fruit that Olivia found herself enjoying more than she should. Her dimmed eyes held Jaclyn's gaze until she couldn't go without answering Peter's question any longer. There was something about this woman that drew the eye. And making eye contact with someone... for Olivia just set into motion a series of subtext. There was so much to be said in a look. Not a word. Not a sound. Just a look. The eyes said it all. The slight tilt of the head, the modest parting of lips that would give an inviting smile, or a coy suggestive glance.<br/><br/>A look could say anything from 'It's a pleasure to meet you'... to '... it's a good thing there's a table between us right now.'<br/><br/>Olivia's smirks could be chalk full of innuendo, and she knew how guilty she was of playing to that. It gave her deniability. If she was wrong, and completely misreading the other person, then the innuendo provided a shield, making things rhetorical. A healthy dose of sarcasm that always added a final chance of an insurance policy to say it was a joke all along. And yet... there was nothing quite like sharing the room with someone who... no matter how full it was... had you feeling like they were the only one there. The challenge of reading them, the initiative of enticing them... it was such a fun game when played right.<br/><br/>Jaclyn may not have said a word, but Olivia found her bright-eyed smile and attentive gaze to be truly compelling. It was hard to turn away. What an interesting pair these two made. Peter and Jaclyn both had a warmth to them that came through in different ways. Peter seemed more verbose, talkative and engaging. Encouraging and open. He seemed to not let silence turn the room awkward. Jaclyn, for her part, seemed to adopt a different approach. Listening. Receiving. Reading. Friendly and warm, both.<br/><br/>Then Peter took to his thoughts, sharing them openly.<br/><br/><em>This guy.</em><br/><br/>Olivia couldn't help but shake her head in amazement at just how energetic Peter was. She'd swear she knew 30 year olds that didn't have this guy's spunk or spirit. It's clear Schreiner's been talking about her. That wasn't too bad. He seemed to lay positive ground work. Hell, this meeting was not just going well, it was going phenomenally.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m sure you’re both used to the furtive look, but I will tell you the old bastards here can’t stop gawking.”</strong><br/><br/>Olivia's jaw dropped slightly. A smile of appreciation, but not really able to deflect this one with modesty. She was indeed used to being gawked, it really came with the overall package. Still... there was a way to handle the approach. She leaned forward tilting her head slightly to glance at Jaclyn then nod back in Peter's direction.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"I think we have to forgive them this time Peter. "</em></span><br/><br/>She gave Jaclyn another scan, but that was it. A look that simply let linger in the air that a woman like Jaclyn at the table was all the excuse a person would need to gawk. Hell... Olivia felt she was doing a good job for maintaining her own composure.<br/><br/><strong>“Both nominated.  Both inducted.  Both first women of the Club.  Bedmates . . . no check that, co-inducted-mates, whatever you might call that.”</strong><br/><br/>Olivia had begun nodding her head at everything he said.<br/><br/><em>Oh she might call that a couple of things. Hot... for one.</em><br/><br/>It was like she was approving a toast but it was being improvised along the way so she ended up just nodding at certain points on instinct. Nominated. Inducted. First women of the club. Bedmates.<br/><br/>He drew back his own words, adjusting his phrase, which really only called more attention to the word that stuck out in Olivia's mind, and her own sinister appreciation for ironic humor set in. She lifted her glass subtly a toast to the table, her eyes on the glass itself with a coy smirk so that she wasn't so blatantly eyeing Jaclyn as she repeated the words.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Bedmates. Co-inducted mates... heh..."</span>it was as if it came to her to repeat with her own toast, and it was at this point she indulged in her playful side glance to Jaclyn, as if to give Peter a bit of a tease about how he rumbled through his thought. The common denominator of his words brought to a naughty forefront of Olivia's tease.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>"To mates. Of all kinds."</strong></em></span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://gif-finder.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/OliviaWildecheerswink.gif)</div><br/>