Ryan curled his arm around his sister and chuckled. "I'd say you got it bad, Otter. Real bad. He must have an impressive prick," he teased. "Or, he knows what to do with what he's got." And though Fletcher knew where they were going already, Ryan made sure by telling him. "The Varsity," he looked at Heather to confirm and give which location.

"Guilty on both counts ... and kinda sweet when he isn't concentrating," his little sister told him through her grin, glad to be hugged as she raised her eyes to meet Fletcher's inquiring gaze in the rear view mirror. "Downtown," she told him, before looking back at Ryan. "He said he'd meet us in an hour. So I got time to change." She batted her lashes at her brother impishly. Heather never could go shopping for just one outfit - the bags around them contained far more clothing than anyone could wear in a single night.

"Concentrating? Concentrating on what?" he asked with a laugh. "I should have known. You just can't resist getting all prettified, even for a burger joint!" Ryan gained a thoughtful and mischievous look then. "But, I think you're right. Maybe I can get all prettified for that hot hunk of man meat. Y'never know..." and he braced for impact with that grin on his face.

Heather tipped her head back further, meeting Ryan's evil grin with a confident grin of her own. Oh, honey, you're hot, but you just don't have all the equipment he likes to play with. Her early afternoon shower, being a perfect case in point. "How much do you want to bet on him not even noticing you're flirting?" she asked impishly, knowing that Christian was likely to spank her again if he found out she was making a bet like this.

"My, you have got it bad, woman!" Ryan shook his head again and put up his hand in protest. "I ain't taking that bet. I already know for a fact that you'd win. Or, even if he did notice, he'd do what he did the last time he noticed my flirting." Ryan shrugged it off, it'd been years ago. "Thank you, but I'm not gay." He gave his best Christian Moretz imitation

"Hey, at least he said thank you!" But deep down, she was sort of relieved that Ryan wasn't going to take the bet. He was gorgeous, after all, and she'd known him convert a few guys who had always been absolutely certain they were not even a teeny bit gay. "And what do you mean, you know for a fact? I am going to be fully dressed, you know, I'm not going to the Varsity in a blindfold and crotchless panties."

"Because you're going to knock his socks off," he chuckled. "But, why would you need a blindfold?" He gave her a curious look and wasn't sure that he wanted to know the answer to that one. But, knowing Heather, he was probably going to find out. Instead of letting her answer his question, he diverted quickly with another. "What're you going to eat at the Varsity? I'm going to get the biggest, greasiest, messiest burger they've got with about a pound of french fries."

"So I can't see everyone staring at my tits, dude." Really gotta keep a close watch on your tongue, Heather. Ry's not an idiot. She winked at him playfully, scooting over on the seat to begin rummaging through the many bags in the back with them. "You know I'm a knock over for a hot dog," she laughed at him. "Chilli 'slaw hot dog and fries. Figure I can work off the calories tomorrow night." Nope, I'm not hoping Chris takes me home with him tonight. Not at all. No way.

"You're such a skank," he teased and swatted her behind when she bent over to rummage through the myriad of bags. They pulled up to the restaurant and Ryan made a quick exit of the vehicle to give his sister more room to move about. Taking a lean against the car, he put his hands in his pockets and crossed his legs at the ankles. "Anytime now, Miss Marcos," he snickered.

"Aw, shut up. Fletch, close your eyes or something ..." With Ryan leaning in the open doorway, Heather did that fantastically intricate wriggling dance so few people have ever perfected, removing her clothes and sliding into something else. Dropping onto her back on the seat, fully dressed thankfully, she poked Ryan in the ass with her toe. "Make yourself useful, do my sandals up," she told him with a grin, still wriggling to get her bra off before she slid her arms into a jacket.

"Hey!" He jerked away from the car when she poked him and he turned around. "What're you, two?" This was grumbled in a good natured way as he grabbed her foot to finish sliding the shoe onto it. Ryan was no stranger to women's shoes, he was better at putting them on her because he had so much practice in it. Grabbing her other foot, he straightened the straps and made sure that both feet were securely within the heels before taking a step back and offering his hand to help her up.

Dressed up, but still casual, Heather laughed happily as Ryan pulled her out of the car, one hand snagging her bag before she made it fully onto her feet. "So whaddya think? Hair up, or hair down?" she teased her brother, puckering up to kiss his cheek loudly. "The hair on my head, before you ask."

"Oh, and now I'm the pervert," he chuckles and takes a step back to give her the up and down. "Not bad, not bad. I'd say put it up, but leave a little hanging down in the back. That way he can see your face but your neck remains a mystery."

"A mystery, huh?" She chuckled to herself, bending over to shake her hair out before doing something mysterious and twisty with a couple of bobby pins she'd found in her bag. "How's that? Mysterious enough?"

"Perfect. Now, let's get inside and grab a table," he grinned and rubbed his stomach. "I'm starving and if Mr. Perfect isn't here in fifteen, I'm starting without him." Turning then, he paused to wait for her to go first. "After you, beauty before age and all that stuff."

He's not that perfect. Okay, maybe perfect for me, but that remains to be seen. Keeping this to herself for the time being, however, she smacked her brother in the ass as she made her way past him, throwing a wink and a grin over her shoulder at him. "You think he survived the screaming banshee and his mother?"

Ryan rolled his eyes when his ass was smacked, then turned to follow her inside. "I'm just glad Mom's not like that. I can't imagine her ever trying to play match maker with either of us." He shook his head and stepped ahead of her to grab the door and hold it. "I don't envy you meeting Mrs. Moretz, that's for sure."

"Feh, screw her," was Heather's philosophical response as she ducked through the door, pausing to let her brother catch up to her. "It's not Mrs Moretz I'm screwing, or dating, or whatever the hell this is. Her opinion obviously doesn't matter a huge amount to him, so why should it matter at all to me?" She shrugged cheerfully, looping her arm through Ryan's. "Although, yanno, you could always seduce her pool guy and make it a hat-trick."

"The pool guy?" Ryan made a face and shook his head. And then stuck his tongue out. "Blech! No. Now maybe if Chris had a brother..." Ryan's grin was back in full force. Guiding his sister to the ordering counter, he bobbed and weaved through an ever growing crowd. "Geez, forgot how crowded this place gets."

"You never know, he might have a brother," Heather mused thoughtfully. "Some older guy who'll take you in hand and show you all kinds of kinky f*ckery to keep you on a short leash." She snickered, her expression more than a little wicked as she looked around. "Maybe we should be nearer the door - get dinner as takeout and sit on the roof of the car, like we used to."

"And just what are you two talking about?" A soft baritone voice drifted over Ryan's shoulder and he had to turn around to see who had interrupted their conversation. The irritation was gone just as soon as it flit across his face. "Chris, good to see you again," Ryan chuckled and held out his hand in greeting. Chris pats Ryan's shoulder, shakes his hand and returns the smile. "Good to see you, too," came the genial response. But those dark eyes never left Heather's sweet face. Once the handshake was over, Christian reached to caress Heather's face and grace her cheek with a soft kiss.

"Trying to work out if you know anyone hot enough to teach my brother some manners without breaking him," Heather said shamelessly, turning to watch as brother and lover exchanged greetings. She was actually rather proud of Ryan for not starting the pissing contest again, but her attention was only too easily caught by the dark eyes lingering on hers. Ryan was never going to let her live down the way her skin flushed under Christian's caress, or the way her eyes half-closed with pleasure at one tiny, chaste kiss. "Your mom didn't castrate you then."

"Nuggets firmly in place, Miss Garabedian," Christian smirked, his arm going possessively to the small of her back. "And I just may have a friend that might be worthy of your brother," he stepped closer to Heather and glanced over at Ryan.

Ryan's brows went up and he shook his head. "No playing matchmaker. I can screw up my own love life on my own, thanks." And then it was Ryan's turn to smirk. "So, let's eat." Not that the line ahead of them was moving particularly fast, but Ryan still took the half step ahead of the couple.

"I suggested your mom's pool guy, but he didn't go for it," Heather told Chris in a conspiratorial whisper that carried far too easily to Ryan's ears on purpose. "He's a real snob. Gotta be a college grad, at the very least." She giggled, but the sound faded as the press of Christian's arm to her back reminded her starkly of how he felt. And with Ryan's back to them, even in a crowd, suddenly that felt very intimate. She glanced up at Chris, biting her lip as she smiled. "No making my brother a third wheel," she heard herself say, though she had a feeling this probably wasn't what he wanted to hear. "Family dinner. If we ever reach the counter."

"I heard that," Ryan chuckled and turned around. And then wished he hadn't. At that moment, Christian had bent to kiss Heather's lips and hold her jaw in the palm of his hand. Ryan's brows went up and then he shook his head. "Get a room," he teased.

Christian broke the tender kiss when spoken to and tightened his grip on Heather's waist. "Oh, well there's the bathroom, if you insist," he chuckled and then turned to smile for Heather. "No worries, I can be a good boy," he teased.

Guhh ... Even Ryan's interjection wasn't enough to prevent Heather's brain from turning to goo in the short time Christian had to kiss her in, her body leaning into his only too easily as his lips moved over hers, effectively ending the bite she'd held on her lower lip in favor of something far more satisfying. She blinked as the kiss ended, somewhat dazed eyes meeting her brother's teasing gaze before she managed to clear her expression, sticking her tongue out at him. The bathroom? Man, that's hot. And kinda dirty. "I'm glad to hear it," she heard herself laugh as Chris teased her, lowering her voice to add, "although I kinda like bad boy Mr Moretz as well, yanno." To Ryan, she raised her voice with a grin. "Dude, get a boner and clear a path to the food!"

Ryan's grin grew and he even laughed at Christian's reply. But he was laughing even more at his sister's reaction to Christian's advances. She was putty in his hands and Ryan could score countless hours of teasing fun ahead. The line moved and he found himself at the counter, so he began to order instead of giving his sister those knowing looks. "Umm... Varsity burger, medium rare, large fries and peach shake." Then he stepped to the side so Heather and Christian could step up. Ryan was already reaching for his wallet.

"Family dinner," he reminded her with a chuckle and a brush of his nose to hers. "Bad boy later?" he raised his brows with hope as Ryan stepped out of the way. Ladies first, always, so he waited patiently for Heather to put in her order.

"So long as I'm back home before ten tomorrow morning," Heather murmured back to Christian as his nose brushed hers, her smile hiding most of the words from any opportunistic lip-readers who might have been in the vicinity. "Party tomorrow night, you know." Her fingers flexed against his hip as she turned away, bumping Ryan's hip playfully as she placed her order, casting all thought of a diet out on its ear in favor of enjoying something completely wicked and totally bad for her.

"Ruining all my plans to corrupt you, Miss Garabedian," he chuckles and then slides up to the counter to place his own order. Of course Heather gets a startled look for the order she put in. "I'll get what she's having," he grinned and nodded towards Heather before stepping back again. "You've got a healthy appetite," he chuckled darkly as he slid his arm around her again. "In more ways than one."

Ryan simply shook his head and held out a couple of bills to pay for the meal. He was glad that Christian wasn't fighting over paying for dinner. He knew too many people that liked to flaunt their wealth by insisting they pay for everything. Maybe he's not a bad guy, after all. Ryan glanced over at the pair as he waited for his change. He seems to really like Heather, too. Broken from his mini-internal monologue as the change is placed in his hand with a numbered placard. He turns then and steps closer to the pair. "Let's find a table, shall we?"

"Ryan was thanking God, the Angels, Mary, Joseph and all of the saints that he hadn't had anything in his mouth when she whispered that. He coughed loudly and gave her an incredulous look before laughing. Shameless!

Christian smiled, then leaned towards her to lick a tiny bit of chili from the corner of her mouth. "More than enough," he whispered and kissed the corner of her mouth this time. "But never enough. What an enigma."

Under the cover of Ryan's guffaws, Heather blushed a little as Christian licked her, remembering with startling clarity what else that wicked tongue could do. Her hand dropped to his thigh, turning her nails into his flesh warningly. "Behave yourself," she murmured to him, her voice just a little husky. "You're deliberately trying to distract me." Clearing her throat, she turned her attention back to her food, plucking up one of her fries and looking speculatively at Ryan. "How far up your nose do you think I could get this before you stopped laughing?"

Ryan was seriously trying to quit the on set of giggles, truly! But she kept doing and saying things that got him going, all over again. The french fry comment was a prime example of that. So, he picked up his burger and forced the last bite into his maw before laughing again. "Ok, Ok" he said before chewing and then swallowing. "You can cancel the french fry invasion." Though that grin was still on his face. "Don't know how you handle such a violent woman, Chris. Hat's off to you, man."

"Am I?" Christian winked and then leaned back into his own chair. It wasn't often that he spent time with people his own age and had fun at the same time. Ryan and Heather's antics had him relaxing and his smile replaced his usual scowl.

"Oh, I don't know. I could just take her over my knee. That might calm the wild child." He smirked and raised an eyebrow towards Heather.

"Good boy." Her hand patted Ryan's head as he finally managed to calm down, despite the sh*t-eating grin on her brother's face. "Isn't that what you're objecting to? Me talking about the way he handles me?" And then what Chris had actually said sank in. Her head turned toward him as though compelled, blue eyes wide and cheeks suddenly very flush. You wouldn't dare. Well, yes, he would dare, but here?

The look that she gave Christian said it all. Christian just grinned smugly and turned his attention back to Ryan, though his hand gently pat Heather's knee to reassure her that nothing like that would ever happen in a public place. "So, where did you return from?" The comment made earlier by Ryan about "returning from God knows where" had piqued Christian's interest in a let's-calm-this-conversation-down kind of way.

Ryan gave Christian a you wouldn't dare look as well, but his was a lot more angry than his sister's. "It wouldn't do any good," he said a bit flatly with a wave of his hand. "She used to get spanked so much as a kid, I think she went out of her way to get into trouble." Ryan turned a look to his sister that said we will talk later.

The look Ryan got back was definitely No, we won't, but she knew that wouldn't stop him from trying. The anger on her brother's face wasn't a good sign, either. She sighed softly, and moved to divert the conversation as quickly as she could. "Oh, didn't I tell you? Ryan lives in Narnia, or somewhere like it," she slipped into the conversation, adding in a vacuous expression and innocent smile, just to see how the men would react.

Oh yes I would, try to stop me. Christian's smug expression towards Ryan changed abruptly when Heather spoke and he turned his attentive eyes back to her. "Narnia, full of fairy tail creatures, hmm?" He chuckled darkly. He couldn't help it. Heather was an adult and what she consented to was none of her brother's farking business.

Ryan's eyes narrowed a hair at Christian's response and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "If you two will excuse me," he answered coolly Tossing his napkin onto the plate, Ryan turned to find the closest bathroom.

And just like that, the easy atmosphere had died on its ass. Heather could feel herself getting more and more tense as Ryan got up to go to the bathroom, a troubled expression on her face. How the hell do I navigate this? She bit her lip as she looked down, her appetite gone, sighing softly. "Okay, that could have gone better."

"It's alright," Christian consoled her. Lifting his hand from her knee, he gently placed it upon her shoulder to give a comforting squeeze. At least, he hoped it was comforting. "It was bound to happen, and now that the inevitable pissing match is over, things will be fine. He was just looking out for his little sister. I would have been gravely disappointed if he didn't. Go easy on him, ok?"

Her eyes closed as his hand squeezed her shoulder, her body unconsciously leaning toward his as she breathed him in for a moment. "It's more a case of getting him to drop it," she confessed quietly, blue eyes lifting to meet the darkness that was always just beneath the surface in Christian's gaze. "We're really close, and ... well, I can't tell him anything, can I? And he's gonna pick and pick, and if I don't give him something, he'll come after you. Trust me on this one. He's broken a few noses in his time, and I really would rather neither of you got hurt."

Christian sighed softly and nodded, acknowledging her dilemma. "He's the only one you tell, Heather. The only one. The reason I trust him is because you do and because of how angry he got at the mere thought that you'd be harmed." Lowering his head a bit, and canting it to the side, he gazed into her eyes. I'm trusting you. Please, don't give me cause to regret it.

She held his gaze, a little hurt that he seemed to have automatically assumed that she would instantly blab everything to everyone she ever met or encountered at random. "He's the only one I would ever tell," she said very softly. "And even then, he doesn't get details. Some things are just too private, you know?" Her eyes pleaded with his. Don't make the same mistake you made earlier. I'm not one of the air-head set.