This time, Juno couldn't curb the frankly thirsty lip-licking that ensued when Marco tugged on his jacket and rolled his shoulders. Holy fuck...me...no. It was very hard to think now, because every thought in her head wasn't one she wanted to have. Case in point, what she blurted out in response. "/I could./"
She had really, really hoped Marco hadn't heard the double-entendre on what she had said, especially since she had been saying things with suggestive double meanings for hours now and he hadn't seemed to notice. Juno wasn't sure if the way she had chosen to say certain things had anything to do with the fact that Marco was now choking on tequila and coughing. She planted her glass on the felt - which in the back of her mind she knew was a big no-no but who the fuck cared? - and after a second's hesitation, started slapping his back.
"Holy shit! Marco? Holy shit man, breathe!" Juno flexed her knees to get a look at his face because it was important to see if he was getting any close to a shade of purple, but the mood lighting made it way more difficult than it should be. Against her better judgement Juno got her face a lot closer to his than she would have liked. He wasn't purple. She took a moment to take in his scent - Are you serious? her mind screamed - then pulled away. "Are you okay? You gotta tell me if you're not breathing."