Re: Evie and Jack
Jack's antics, showing off his calf and playing along, elicited a little bit of a giggle fit from Evie. When was the last time she'd giggled this much? Or at all? She wasn't exactly a giggly type of person, but the alcohol and the company were doing a good job of drawing it out of her. The mention of chest hair had the giggles cutting off, and she flushed just a bit. Okay, so there might have been a thing there, a stirring of something. Wasn't there something evolutionary and biological about women finding hairy men attractive. Or something. What the fuck did she know, except that she felt warmed at the thought of chest hair. Was that weird? Probably.
Wait, was she supposed to be saying something now? What had he said last? Something about bears and waxing, she thought. "Oh, yeah, you shouldn't wax a bear, that'd probably be bad," she said, nodding as seriously as she could manage in her state.