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Tempest Serenity Ainsley-Tennyson (_tempest) wrote,

This road trip was meant to be some sort of attempt at burying the hatchet between Max and Tempest just so things could be easier for Zowie. It had been ages, after all, since he'd pulled that stunt where he'd booted Tempest out of their dorm, and it was probably beyond time to let bygones be bygones. She had paid him back, after all, by ignoring him completely for, oh, however long that had been. But now that wasn't fun anymore and with Ira suddenly gone, Tempest needed Zowie. And Zowie came with baggage in the form of Max. It was just the way that things were.

But that didn't mean that she had to like it! Of course at this present point in time, she was really too tipsy to care all that much. Max was kissing Zowie. Tempest wanted to kiss Zowie. Max had been pushed out of the way. It wasn't meant to be malicious. And when he said something about caveman times, Tempest actually giggled. "You wish."

Shifting to pour herself another glass, she looked at Zowie expectantly when Max announced that she would be the one dishing out the dare this time. Tempest arched a brow slightly, glancing over at Max and then back at Zowie before she asked, "Seriously?" That was definitely not on her bucket list. Exhaling a sigh, she replied, "Fine," before taking a long sip of her drink. That was when she decided that if she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

Tempest sat her drink down on the lip of the tub before she crawled over to the other side of it where Max sat, straddling his lap. Looking at him for a moment, she couldn't help but remark, "You have really big lips." If she didn't know better, she'd think he'd had them done. She reached up to push her dark hair back behind her ears before leaning in to first nip at his lower lip once or twice before tentatively pressing her lips to his. It felt awkward at first, but that feeling soon subsided. Kissing him was no different than kissing someone else, right? Only Zowie was watching. And that, of course, made her want to put on a good show for her as Tempest deepened the kiss and pressed the curves of her body against Max's own.