mrs. royce (caroyce) wrote, |
Chase really didn't know why she'd never actually tried to make a move on Penn. They flirted constantly, and she had absolutely no problem teasing him -- be it textually or verbally, but she hadn't tried anything on him. It was probably a first for her. While she wouldn't call herself slutty, Chase was fearless when it came to hitting on men, most of the time. It also wasn't really a secret that Chase had thought about getting 'dirrty' with Penn plenty of times. She supposed part of it had to do with the fact that she was never really sure just how serious Penn was when they flirted. For all she knew, he was humoring her. And fearless though she might be, she wasn't one to set herself up for complete failure. That was the egotistical part of her. Part of it probably had to do with the fact that Penn was a good guy, too. She liked him, which was saying a lot, given the fact that she was picky as hell about who she trusted. But she trusted him, and she liked him well enough, and honestly? She really didn't want to be the one to chew him up and spit him out. Would she ever actually give him a lapdance? Hell yes. Would she proposition him eventually? Probably. But more than not, she was making sure that she didn't end up losing a friend in the process. Gotta love the way her mind worked, right?
In any case, when Penn smirked at her, she grinned in return, grabbing the shot that was handed over to her. Without saying a word, she lifted the glass to her lips and threw the shot back, before dropping the glass to the counter, motioning for another one. The grin that had been present before became more of a smirk as he told her not to tease him like that. Leaning in towards him, she curled her arm around his neck, lips coming close to brushing against his ear as she murmured "Maybe if you're lucky, then," to him. Leaning back, she winked before laughing softly.
"Well, I did see a Salt-N-Pepa song on there somewhere. Push It. Know it?" Her eyes were lit up with a hint of mischief as she watched him, picking up her second shot glass. Or, fourth, depending on if you were counting the drinks she'd had before going up on stage.