ᑎ O E ᒪ ᒪ E
[Female] [Twenty] [Hunter] [Imprinter; ---] [Crush; ---] [Tags; ---]
Noelle chuckled when the Alpha announced that they would be playing spin the bottle. She kept a firm hold on her cup to make sure not to lose it. She would hate to set it down and forget which cup she had used. She started toward the dock, seeming a bit eager yet nervous at the same time. Once she reached the dock, she sat down Indian style. She set her red cup between her legs. She tossed her red hair over her shoulder, green eyes peering around the lake. She rested her elbows on her knees before setting her chin on top of the palms of her hands. She sat up when Reyven asked who would like to go first. Seeing as no one else spoke up, she lifted her arm. "I'll be the brave one and go first, Alpha!" She declared, reaching her hand out for the bottle.
T ᕼ O ᗰ ᗩ ᔕ
[Male] [Eighteen] [Scout] [Imprintee; ---] [Crush; ---] [Tags; Gwen]
At Gwen's comment, Thomas shook his head. "That's not-" He trailed off when she admitted that he was still one of the hottest guys in the pack. He couldn't really deny that fact, of course. He was rather attractive, wasn't he? Thanks to Gwen, his secret ego seemed to grow. He felt his cheeks turn a faint pink when Gwen kissed his cheek. Right, he was a total dork in front of girls. While he did have an ego, he remained somewhat reserved in front of the opposite gender. He did flirt, totally, he loved flirting, but it made it somewhat difficult in front of girls. It was rather silly, he thought. When he became more comfortable around a girl, his flirty side showed more. Though, girls would always remain a mystery to him. "Yeah, I'll save you a seat." He responded, giving Gwen a firm nod.