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Porsha had powered down after being kicked out of the speed dating thing, and was currently lounging on her couch with her legs folded over the back of it in just the little dress that had been layered under her uniform corset. She didn't bother to take her hair down or remove the make-up, not when she suspected she'd have company later.

Her phone had been laying on the table, and she rolled her eyes down from the tv and the disney movie that was playing on it, lips twitching at the number that blinked back at her.

"Well hello there." She purred into the phone, cradling it against her ear. "Are you guys done? That was quick." She hadn't expected to hear from either of them for at least another hour or so, which was why she'd thrown on Up.

She blinked, then smirked, happy she hadn't been the only one in their little group to get the boot. Honestly she shouldn't have been surprised, they were all a bunch of trouble makers.

Thin brows did shoot up when he informed her that he'd been making out with someone though, and for the time it took her to realize who there was a sudden pang of jealously. Since it had been Dustin though, well.. That was different. She wasn't entirely sure why, but it was. She also wasn't entirely sure why she felt entitled to be jealous if he was off locking lips with other people, but she did. It didn't make any sense, but whatever.

She was grinning lazily as he recounted the event that lead up to his expulsion from the speeding dating event. "Wow, I think I might be jealous. Not only did I not get that sort of action, but I couldn't even indulge in a little under the table groping and they kicked my a** out." She snorted, amused. "So you heading over? I can order pizza if you're hungry."

"We'll you're definitely cute," she admitted, chuckling. The toes of her boots were flicking back and forth, alternately while she laid there. One hand tucked behind her neck while the other cradled the phone. It didn't look like a comfortable position, but it was. "That sounds wonderful. You should pick up something with chocolate in it. Like brownie batter. Or strawberries and cream. Or whatever. Just not vanilla." That had never been her flavor of choice.

She was curious what sort of trouble Dustin was getting into without them. "When he calls I'll tell him to pick something up. You got a preference?"

She didn't bother saying goodbye, he was already gone. Instead she just put the phone back on the table and turned the movie back on to watch while she waited. About twenty minutes later Sawyer appeared with his arms full, and she rolled off the couch to join him in the kitchen.

chuckling at him, she pointed towards the freezer. "Could stuff in there, the rest can go anywhere." When he got close enough she reached out a hand to give the helmet he was wearing a pat, then caught hi shoulder and pulled him into a one armed hug. "So how long do you think our cheeky friend will last in that contest?"

Real hugs were definitely preferred over half hugs. She gave Sawyer a big squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. "He's doing that good, huh?" When he pulled away she let him, but her brows went up at the sudden flush that crept over his face. She might have asked about it, but he picked that moment to fall into his usual talkative jumble of questions and comments, and she just smiled instead.

"Yes that's Up. Cups are in the cupboard next to the fridge. Ice is where ice usually is. I ordered three pizzas, and they've all got something different on them." She had found that it was not only easier, but more efficient to answer his questions at the pace in which they were asked in the first place. Left little room for even more questions to spring up before she'd gotten a chance to address them all.

She did give him an odd look when he mentioned Typh draining him, and again those violet brows shot up. "I'm sure that is a very interesting story. One I will grill you about soon, but we're supposed to check back in with Ever when that s**t is all wrapped up, and it's about that time." She was frowning at the clock, then turned and gave Sawyer a grin. "How about you chill out here and watch the movie, wait for the pizza, and I'll nightcrawler down there and check in for us."

When no objections came she offered a fierce sort of grin and powered up. "Back soon." She then disappeared.

Sawyer, with his usual histrionics, feigned a glassy-eyed stare and didn't answer Dustin's little question. He had an empty bowl and spoon resting on his stomach where he was lying on the couch.

"I resisted the pizza out of politeness," he announced to them both, or rather to the ceiling, "but I have already eaten way too much ice cream. If I drink I'm gonna be sick. I may be sick anyway. I need some Pepto and a bucket."

"Don't get all jealous on me now, Po," Dustin teased. "You know you can't contain this." Both fingers were pointed at his crotch, just in case it wasn't one-hundred-percent clear just what 'this' was referring to.

"I only drained him a little bit, not that much," he explained. "It was as we were kissing, I guess we both got a little carried away. Or not carried away enough for my satisfaction, in some areas. But only a little bit of energy drain. Muy pequeno." He held up his fingers an inch apart. "Small bit, like his micropenis."