Re: Prodigal
Yay, she thought. Her friend pulled her closer and she laid one on him, met with his easier approach. She quickly relented and admittedly melted a bit to the comforting, intimate touch that wasn't dancing with Troy or doing someone's hair. Qiana closed her eyes as well, and breathed a laugh through her nose at what Will said, but didn't part their kiss. Yet. After a few nice moments, Tress pulled back. Mmm.
There were a few people nearby, and none of them seemed to give two hecks about what she and Will were doing. Shrug. "Thanks," she smiled with no regrets but a little touch of sadness. "Troy's got the right idea," she gave Omen a wink. Okay, then she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in again.