EMMY: *is having fun with this* The name's Emmy. So what do they call a sexy thing like you?

MOLLY: *sits close to Evan and whispers sexily* Someone as amazing as you doesn't deserve dry brownies. You deserve only the best. The best of everything. The best life. The best...woman.

RICHARD: *in a sexy voice* Tell me who "they" are and I'll tell you what they call me.

EVAN: *giggles* Your shirt's changing colors!

EMMY: *shivers go down her arms and whispers* Women

MOLLY: Are you feeling alright sweetie? Perhaps you need to lie down...in the bedroom.

RICHARD: *raises one eyebrow sexily* Most of them call me Richard . . . (((. . . but you can call me Dick. Sorry, it just had to be said!))) Emmy. That's such a beautiful name.

EVAN: . . . *sways* That sounds like a good idea . . . *stands up and nearly falls over*

((NINA!!!))

Emmy: Thank you. It's short for Emily. *steps slightly closer to Richard.*

MOLLY: *grins mischievously* C'mon this way *takes his arm and leads him into the nearest bedroom*

((*innocent grin* What?))

RICHARD: A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. You're very lucky . . . not many women could match up to you.

EVAN: *follows Molly in a docile and obedient manner*

EVAN: You're pretty. *plays with Molly's hair*

{She's being abbreviated to "M" right now, cause I can't write her name and then write stuff!))

M: *decides to go for it and leans over and kisses Evan gently*

EMMY: *giggles girlishly*

((damn, and I was gonna be all nice and have him pass out . . .))

EVAN: *kisses back*

RICHARD: *puts an arm around her waist* So . . . where are you from?

M: *pushes him back onto the bed*

EMMY: Here...there...nowhere special.

EVAN: *giggles a little because he's high and plays with her hair* You're so pretty . . .

RICHARD: Oh, really? That sounds very . . . interesting. So, *adopts the sexiest sexy tone he can muster* Emmy, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself.

M:Less giggling, more of this please...*kisses him fiercely*

EMMY: *contemplates it for a minute* Nah...*slips away from him and goes and sits in the living room*

{{Whoo! I love playing hard to get!}}

EVAN: *giggles a little against her mouth and complies*

RICHARD: *face darkens* I don't think so . . . *follows her* Hey babe . . . do you have a problem with me?

M: *starts unbuttoning his shirt*

EMMY: Hmmm...nope. No problem.

((I don't know if he's wearing a buttoned shirt or not, but he is for the sake of her unbuttoning it))

((Actually I'm pretty sure he wasn't wearing a shirt at all . . . ))

RICHARD: *sits down next to her* Then what're you running away for, doll?