Mike and Jimmy
She wrinkled her nose a little with a smile as he opened the door for her. Jimmy got in and leaned back in the seat slightly before something caught her eye and she glanced in the backseat. "Oh good god." She started to laugh, a hand moved to her face as she shook her head.
Once they were on their way Jimmy slipped out of her seat belt and sort of half leaned over the center council, on arm resting on Mike's shoulder, the other slid under his arm and rested on his leg. "So, I know I said before that I love the kilt." She stated, her fingers pulling the fabric up slowly. "But I have to admit, all day I've been curious..." Jimmy slid her hand under his kilt to determine, underwear or no the tactile way.