<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>Wiggling. I'm good at wiggling on Steffy's lap, and she's good at wiggling out of situations. I don't think I should let her her wiggle out of this one, though. I throw on my best pouty, offended face as we walk and was about to say something like "Oh. So we're only a team if we win?" Instead, a sly *smirk* crosses my face as I think of something better to say.<br/><br/>"Oh! ... Well I'm fine with that, so long as you don't get to share in the spoils when we win." *wink* "What are we betting our waitressing skills against anyway? Backrubs? Foot massages? Oh! A spa day sounds nice!"<br/><br/>I wait for Steffy to give Jaclyn a hug, then give her a warm *hug* as well.<br/><br/>"I'm happy to see you back. My condolences, Jaclyn."<br/><br/>I rub her back sympathetically, then break the hug, and *smile*<br/><br/>"We're about to throw sharp projectile thingies at a board while drinking, if you want to blow off some steam. I may need to practice, since I'm not sure I've ever played before."