Snuggling into Martins arms as he came over to investigate the hot tub with her she'd smile and sigh. Things were starting to feel right and she was actually relaxing as the reality of the moment was becoming more and more concrete. This wasn't just some dream she'd wake up in the morning too and need several cups of coffee and caffeine to wash away.<br/><br/>Catching Scar's eye as she continued to speak, she felt a moments worry as she regarded her friend and the mentioning of rules. Her version of rules and Scar's most definitely did not co-exist on the same plane of existence. That woman was a wild fire of chaos contained in a ring of gasoline when it came to living in the moment. Secretly a part of her was always jealous of her best friend for being able to live so care free and not consider the consequences. Despite having tried several times she just could never match that care free nature and had finally settled into being the slight buffer against the womans more wild ideas and impulses when she was around.<br/><br/>Though grudgingly she did have to give some credit to the fiery red head. The very man whose arms she was wrapped so protectively in was half that girls fault. The minx had given her so much grief over the giant sweater and yoga pant's she'd wanted to wear on her first date with Marty. That she finally was badgered into the tight silk dress she'd bought years ago to shut her best friend up on one of their random shopping adventures. He had been such a proper gentleman without any of the self grandiose airs that many of the guy's she'd tried to date in the past had. That he'd swept her off her feet, almost literally, despite her sometimes awkward nature and timidness.