marcus allen flint is a man of ~secret layers~ (fullofit) wrote in may02,
Marcus caught the look from Lisa, and it was a good thing he didn't care what she thought of him at this point, because otherwise, he might have been tempted to kick Terence. As it was, he highly doubted that for a girl like Lisa, the fact that he might have stuffed her knickers into the folds of his couch in the midst on undressing her the night before, who get her that angry.
"It's definitely not in my pocket." He said lightly, shrugging. "If it's in the sofa, that's a coincidences."
Lisa did check anyway, and her hand came out with the thin black fabric. She shook her head at him, but even then there was the slightest hint of a smile on her face as she stuffed the material into her purse and came in his direction. With a quick kiss on the lips and the whispered directions to "owl her," she was out the door, leaving the two alone.
"Got a problem today?" Marcus asked. Not that he really needed, and he wasn't sure he wanted, an answer. He pushed himself off the counter and figured that trying wasn't necessary tonight; Terence was apparently looking to get pissed, not to get girls. Marcus supposed he could oblige and go one night.