The room suddenly exploded into motion as Shae watched from his seat, leaning slightly away from Cara's dripping form as she passed and gnawing thoughtfully on his lower lip. He'd acknowledged Kami's reprimand for what it was but didn't appear terribly apologetic; damnit, it was funny! If anything, he was replaying the entire scenario in his head and slamming on the PAUSE button at the image of Cara standing there in a wetly-clinging, almost see-through dress.
He wondered how she'd look in one of his shirts. Mm, dangerous territory, that.
Slowly, he slid out of his chair and collected the discarded bowl and spoon, mopping up the mess on the floor with a handful of the otherwise untouched napkins. Ren was still sitting at the far end of the couch, looking all sorts of uncomfortable now that the two of them had been left alone. Shae said nothing as he scooped up his own empty bowl to add to the pile and made his way into the kitchen where everything was dumped into the sink with a loud, jarring THUNK. Then he braced his hands to either side of the basin and let loose.
The sound of his abrupt laughter caught the younger man offguard, and Shae chuckled even harder at the sight of Ren jumping in his seat. Goddamnit, this was hilarious! How he'd managed to keep a straight face in front of the girls, he wasn't sure; guilt may have played a hand in that, for the entire ten seconds it had dropped in to visit.
"How dat gumbo?" he called to Ren, voice still shaking with laughter as he retrieved a few cold bottles of beer from the fridge; yes, this situation most definitely called for more alcohol. He sauntered back over to the couch and perched on the arm right beside Ren; in one fluid motion he'd popped off the cap with his belt buckle before pressing the bottle to his companion's chest in offering. The gesture was oddly reminiscent of their first meeting in the club, and Shae smirked at the memory.
His new position afforded Ren a perfect eye-level view of his crotch, and Shae threw back a few long gulps before turning to the other man and asking, shit-eating grin firmly in place, "So...what 'bout mah gun, now?"