"What?" Julia gasped as she reached for a mug. It slipped through her fingers and she was forced to juggle it onto the draining board.
"Sorry, shouldn't have asked," Liam replied looking slightly embarrassed.
"Well, um it’s just a surprise that's all," Julia blustered as she ran her fingers through her hair.
"I wasn't thinking of, well, you know," Liam swallowed. "It's just…" he let out a sigh. "Forget it."
"No, you've had your groin pushed into my frozen baby carrots. The least you can do is explain yourself."
Liam dropped the carrots onto the table and then leaned back against the breakfast bar. "I'm shit at explaining anything."
"Oh come on, you're an accountant. Just think of me as someone you're giving financial advice to," Julia chided.
"God no," Liam smirked, "I think of you like my favorite footy team Jools."
"You're comparing me to Port? I'm offended already," Julia countered.
Liam ignored her and persisted, "You cheer me up when I'm miserable…"
"If you say we both score I'll do something unsavory with the milk."
"You don't care what I am, you still love me."
"Wasn't that whole football analogy a Rod Stewart song?" Julia mused and then looked at Liam, "I never said I loved you."
"Made you think though," Liam smiled as he pulled his fingers. "Anyway, I should go, the power is sure to be back on now."
"I thought you wanted to stay?" Julia piped up, not wanting him to leave.
"Do you want me to stay?" Liam asked.
"Well I don't want you to leave."
Liam cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms; "We could stand here all night if one of us doesn't make a move."
"Maybe we will." Julia shrugged fumbling with her empty mug. She placed it back on the draining board and walked over to Liam who was still leaning against the breakfast bar. She gingerly reached a hand up to his cheek and brought her lips to his. He kissed her back enthusiastically and wrapped his arms around her tightly.
Ross leaned over Kirsty to switch the alarm off as its shrill beeping engulfed the room. His arms quickly returned to her body, pulling her close, the unmistakable smell of chocolate still on her skin.
"We should get up for work," Kirsty mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes.
"Can't we just call in sick or something?" Ross sighed.
"No, we need the money." Kirsty grumbled as she rolled onto her back, "If you hurry up and get really rich and famous then we can both quit our jobs and I can sponge of you and never have to work again."
"You've never even worked a week in your life."
"Do you blame me? Three days and I've already had my fair share of work place atrocities."
"Well no, and granted work is as boring as bat shit but what did you do all day?" Ross asked, propping himself up on one elbow.
"This is always good," Kirsty smiled sleepily and pulled him into a kiss.
Ross begrudgingly pulled himself away, "No, you are not going to lure me into devious acts when I should be getting ready for work."
"I thought you wanted to chuck a sickie anyway?" Kirsty huffed.
"And you said we needed the money," Ross countered. "So get your arse out of bed," he added and dragged himself from beneath the sheets.
"Since when did you have morals?"
"I'll have you know I'm never late for work unless I've been drinking heavily," Ross remarked as he pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts. "You could learn a thing or two from me about how to be a loyal and respected worker."
"You're so full of shit," Kirsty mused. "You hate your job and everyone hates you."
"They don't hate me?" Ross gasped.
Kirsty nodded, "Oh yeah they do. The guys up in production have a list of 100 ways for you to die."
"Its 105 actually and I added 42 of them," Ross smiled and crossed his arms. "Am I gonna have to drag you from that bed?"
"You could or you could join me under the covers."
"If I do that we'll miss the train."
"Do you care that much about kissing Truman's butt?"
Ross looked at the roof as he chewed his lip. He walked toward the bed and pulled back the covers, "My money from the gig can cover what gets docked from my pay," he grinned he as pulled the covers back over them both.
"You're 45 minutes late," Julian declared as Penny and Chris sauntered into the lab looking decidedly disheveled.
"You mean we're early?" Penny chided as she removed the lid from her Styrofoam cup of coffee.
"Work starts at 8:30 Penelope, it's now nearly half past nine," Julian huffed.
"Keep your knickers on Jules, a few minutes late never hurt anyone," Chris soothed.
"Well, apart from Mike and the whole soldering iron incident," Marty piped up and received daggers from everyone else.
"If you insist on this routine I will have to report you to Fergus," Julian declared.
"Why you little…" Penny began but was cut off by Chris.
"You know, you're right Jules. We should be more respectful of our working hours. I tell you what, we'll make an effort to get here on time if you can hunt out the reports from our previous tests, so that we can compare."
"Right, yes, I can do that," Julian perked and hurried from the room.
"Chris, we've never filed any reports," Ken announced curiously. Chris held a finger to his lips.
"But Julian will be gone all…" Marty paused, "Oh that's pure genius."
"You're a naughty man," Penny quipped and then smiled. "Come on, let's see if we can get out to the testing range."
"It'll only blow up another sheep," Marty sighed.
"It’s a risk I'm willing to take," Penny nodded. "If it means I'll be nice and far from Julian."
"You've got a point," Ken perked. "I reckon we can have this done by lunchtime."
"I thought you were against being nasty to him?" Chris pointed out.
"That was before the little shit decided to go squealing to Fergus," Penny huffed and grabbed her protective glasses.
"Coffee?" Julia asked as Liam appeared fixing his tie.
"No, I'm running late I'll pick something up in town," he replied looking frantically for his car keys.
"Try the couch," Julia suggested as the kettle whistled to a boil. Liam hurried into the living room and searched beneath the cushions and under cats. Eventually finding his keys in the beanbag, his Port Power key ring chewed at one end.
"Got 'em," he announced reappearing.
"Right, so you off then?"
"Yeah, I've got to call home, so I'm going to be late anyway," Liam grumbled.
"Best go then," Julia nodded.
They paused and looked at each other a moment. "Thanks for letting me crash here," Liam piped up.
"My pleasure. I hope you didn't catch anything from Kirsty's bed?"
"Nah, I think her cat hates me though," Liam groused. "Spent the entire night with one eye open, just watching and waiting."
"Yeah, he does that," Julia nodded as they stopped and just looked at each other again.
"Right, well, better go," Liam breathed and headed toward the door. Julia shrugged and turned to switch on the toaster. A second later she heard Liam reappear. He walked straight over and engulfed her in a kiss. "Better, much better," he panted as he pulled away. "Later," he added as he turned and marched out again.
"Yeah, bye," Julia breathed as a small smile spread across her face.
"You're late," Truman announced as Kirsty and Ross hurried through the glass doors.
"Yeah, the train ran late," Ross swallowed.
"Both your trains?" Truman asked raising an eyebrow.
"They're working on the tracks," Kirsty piped up.
"Yeah, who would have thought the bloody maintenance workers would actually be doing something instead of scratching their balls," Ross jeered.
Truman let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "Anderson have you opened my mail yet?"
"No, I just got…" Ross cut himself off. "Just doing it sir," he added on the way to his desk.
"We have a meeting, please follow me," Truman smiled as he pointed Kirsty toward the elevator.
"Meeting? Right," Kirsty nodded and followed obediently.
On entering the boardroom Kirsty discovered that not only was she the only female, aside from Truman's rather flaky personal assistant Mia, but the meeting was generally an ideas session where the men hailed their ideas and she was patronized and treated like a moron. After most of her suggestions were laughed off by everyone, even though they were a darn sight more original than 'dog gets stuck in cat flap' for a pet food commercial, Kirsty took to scribbling bad poetry and plotting ways to bump off her various associates. She was distracted from turning a greasy looking bloke called Chad in a dismembered corpse in shopping bags when the boardroom door opened.
"Mr. Truman," Ross said quietly as the attention fell on him.
"What is it Anderson?" Truman sighed.
"You've had three calls already from a Mr. Finlayson and he's starting to get really annoyed. You also have a letter of praise from that small, weird guy you did the kitten in a tree commercial for and Miss Adderley had an urgent call from Mr. Rogers."
"I do?" Kirsty shrugged. "I should call him back," she added and got to her feet much to Truman's annoyance.
"You can't just leave a meeting," Chad declared.
"I won't be five minutes," Kirsty cussed. "You don't mind do you?" she asked looking to Truman.
"Of course not," he replied with a charming smile.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Ross smiled. "Chad your Mum called, you forgot your lunch." Chad sunk back in his chair, his freckled skin turning pink.
Kirsty followed Ross out in silence, "So what did he say?" she asked.
"Who?" Ross replied.
"Rogers."
"Nothing, he never called," Ross smiled.
"You mean, you just lied to get me out of a meeting?"
"Please, you were plotting to kill those bastards. I know I eavesdropped."
"Ross, you can't just do that," Kirsty huffed.
"You have a choice," he mused as he unlocked a door. "You can go back to be humiliated and treated like crap by those fuckers or you can make out in the stationary cupboard with me?"
Kirsty narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips, "Only if we can play with the staple guns first." Ross grinned cheekily and pulled her into the darkness.
After a long day on the test range which included blowing up three rabbits and maiming a sheep, Penny and Chris made their way to Gloria Jean's coffee shop in Rundle Mall where they found Julia already sitting at a table waiting for everyone else to arrive.
"Sorry we're late," Penny chirped.
"You know, I hadn't noticed," Julia replied sarcastically, glancing at the two empty coffee cups on the table and taking a sip from the half-empty third one in her hands.
"Do you have any idea how long it takes to get a bra out of a light fitting?" Chris announced as they sat on the sofa.
"Funnily enough I don't."
"Sorry we're late," Kirsty perked as she and Ross joined the table. "I got caught in Ross's zip."
"What again?" Julia asked.
"But I've got a button fly," Ross pouted.
"Again, details I don't need to know."
"So how was your day?" Kirsty asked, turning to Penny and Chris.
"Really good actually. Chris got rid of Julian for the day and we only blew up three rabbits."
"No sheep?"
"Well, one won't be having children or eating solids ever again," Chris chirped.
"Right," Julia sighed.
"How was your day?" Penny asked Kirsty.
"Great, we did it in the stationary cupboard."
"She stapled my underwear to a spare partition," Ross grinned.
"You should see what he did to my bra with the hole punch."
"You people need therapy," Julia groused.
"So what are we waiting for…let's go shopping," Kirsty whined.
"Yeah I need shampoo," Penny announced.
"Gee you're so adventurous," Chris teased.
"So, are we going or what?" Ross asked.
"Just a few more minutes," Julia replied as she checked her watch.
"She's waiting for Liam," Kirsty sang.
"Jools and Liam. Sitting in a tree…F.U.C.K.I.N…OW!" He squealed as Julia slapped him round the head.
"Oh we're slapping Ross. My turn," Liam announced as he arrived.
"There you go Jools. Lover boy's here we can go now," Kirsty teased as she grabbed Ross's hand and led him out of the coffee shop and into the mall.
"Where to first?" Penny asked as she emerged, with Julia and Liam not far behind. Julia was starting to bounce about a bit with all the caffeine in her system.
"I suggest we go to Toys'R'Us for all the kids presents we have to get," Julia declared.
"I'm not a kid," Ross announced. "Can we look at Spiderman?"
"I think you need to take back the first bit of that sentence then," Kirsty smirked.
"Most of the kids would be taller than you anyway wouldn't they?" Chris jeered as he slapped Ross on the back.
"At least I don't have pictures of them on my hard drive," Ross muttered, causing Kirsty to crack up, leaving everyone wondering why she was laughing.
"I've been told I have to buy Bob the Builder," Julia announced as they walked into the toy store, "And I have to get Barbie as Rapunzel too."
"I've gotta get Barbie too," Kirsty sighed.
"Me too," Liam, Ross and Penny agreed and the group made their way to the garish Barbie section to begin their shopping.
"What have you gotta get Ross?" Kirsty asked as she picked up Princess Barbie.
"I don't know. Magic testicles Ken or something," he shrugged and, amused by the idea, continued. "Magic Testicles Ken. Rub his genitals and watch as they change colour with the heat. Red for hot, blue for cold and green for those special occasions. Hey I'm using that in my next gig."
"I'm just gonna walk away from you now," Kirsty announced as she focused her attention on Barbie's Dream House.
"Ross what about Topless waitress Barbie?" Liam suggested.
"Or Pole dancing Barbie," Chris added.
"Crack Whore Barbie, comes with mirror and razor blade," Kirsty announced.
"I thought you were walking away," Ross chirped.
"You suddenly got funny," Kirsty shrugged.
"How about Dominatrix Barbie?" Julia giggled. "Free cock ring with every purchase."
"No. They really hurt," Liam winced.
"I've got it! Vibrating Barbie…For the older collector," Penny gushed. "Also comes in vibrating Ken."
"Magic Merkin Barbie," Kirsty giggled.
"Deep throat Barbie, with matching Ken. And optional backdoor Ben."
The six completely lost the plot and were in tears of laughter. It was a little while before they realised a small girl was standing at the end of the aisle watching them.
"Mummy. I want a vibrating Barbie," she announced and ran off.
Deciding they probably shouldn't be seen in the Barbie aisle when the girl returned, they grabbed their Barbie items and moved onto the section.
After another half-hour in the shop and Kirsty having to buy Ross a Spiderman, which projected web, the group left the shop with their purchases and made their way across the mall to David Jones.
Their first stop was the perfume section, where they looked for presents for their mothers.
"Is it wrong that this perfume smells like nannas?" Julia asked as she held a bottle towards the others.
"What like your nanna?" Kirsty asked.
"No I mean, nannas…Old ladies," she explained.
"Give me that," Ross demanded and took a big whiff of the bottle. "Fuck me. It does…Woo bad memory from my childhood."
"I say we just back away and not touch it again," Penny suggested, looking slightly scared.
Kirsty let out a squeal from where she was standing next to a display of baskets full of bath products.
"What's wrong?" Chris asked as they dashed to her.
"This is a typical display of the crass commercialism of Christmas," she scowled. "Thirty dollars for a basket that's primarily clear cellophane a few bath oils and a loofa. Who in their right mind would pay money for such shit?" she finished her tirade and Liam gingerly put down the two baskets he'd picked up.
"This is really nice," Penny announced as she held out a perfume for everyone to sniff.
"Do you want it?" Chris asked.
"What? For Christmas?"
"No do you just want it?"
"I can't afford it I've gotta buy shampoo."
"I'll buy it for you."
"No Chris, it's too much."
"Give it to me."
"It's seventy dollars. It's too much."
"Don't be stupid. Give it to me." He grabbed the perfume and went off to purchase it.
"I'll pay you back," she called after him.
"Why don't you ever buy me stuff like that?" Kirsty asked Ross.
"I just spent $250 on Barbie. I can't afford to buy you anything," he scorned. "Not to mention that we haven't been dating a week yet. How do you know this relationship is going to last?"
"Well, we're Christmas shopping and you haven't run away screaming yet."
"I've had sex four times today. I don't have the energy to run even if I wanted to."
"Why do you always insist on saying things I really don't need to know?" Julia sighed.
"Do you want anything?" Liam asked looking at Julia.
"Not that I can think of," she shook her head. "I don't need the anti-wrinkle cream just yet."
"Not on your face anyway," Kirsty smirked. "Oh shit," she gasped and took off towards the escalator. Julia was close behind her. The pair ran through the children's wear department, knocked over a display of nappies, threw singing Elmo, Bob the Builder and Blues Clues toys at each other as they dashed through the toy department, up another flight of stairs and finally collapsed on a huge double bed in home furnishings.
Chris returned with his purchase and glanced at Penny, Ross and Liam. "Where are the other two?"
"What other two?" Ross asked.
"Kirsty and Jools?"
"Oh they're off chasing each other about the store," Liam drawled. "We should probably go and find them."
They traipsed through the store until they found Kirsty and Julia still sprawled on the double bed chatting about the firmness of the mattress.
"What are you two doing?" Penny asked.
"Let's see…We're not standing, we're not walking…You know, I think we're lying on a mattress," Kirsty sarced.
"Yeah, the girls behind that counter over there, they think we're a lesbian couple," Julia announced.
"Why would they think that?" Ross asked.
"I think they got confused when Jools was trying to strangle me," Kirsty mused.
"Let's give them a real show," Ross grinned as he leapt on top of Kirsty and started grunting. Kirsty let out a squeal but couldn't do much else as she realised she was pinned to the bed.
"YES, YES," Ross gasped.
"God I'm leaving," Julia grumbled as she got off the bed and wandered over to look at some rather fetching Manchester.
"Now where to?" Penny asked.
"Well when Ross stops simulating sex with me on this bed…" Kirsty began.
"Who said anything about simulating?" Ross asked and quickly found himself shoved onto the floor.
"As I was saying…We need to get a dryer," Kirsty announced. "Well, Ross needs to get a dryer."
"You just broke my…"
"Ego?" Chris suggested.
"I was gonna say ribs actually," Ross grumbled as he got to his feet.
"Can somebody please tell me the difference between turquoise, sea green and Nepal Mountain green?" Julia asked.
"About thirty bucks," Liam mused.
"Boy that told me a whole lot," Julia sneered.
"Oh that reminds me…I have to get a new sheet set. That Nepal Mountain green is quite nice really," Penny mused.
As they headed off to find Kirsty and Ross, Chris hung back, grabbed the sheet set Penny had pointed out and went and bought it. He met up with them in the electrical appliances department where Kirsty and Ross were arguing over dryers.
"Do you like any of them?" Kirsty asked.
"Do they dry clothes?"
"Yes."
"Then any one is fine with me."
"Can you narrow it down a little?" Kirsty sarced, "Maybe a certain brand?"
"Does that one have a brand?" he asked, pointing to a stainless steel dryer.
"Yes it's a Westinghouse."
"Does it dry clothes?"
"Yes."
"Then that one is fine."
"But the Simpson one is cheaper."
"Does the Simpson one dry clothes?"
"Yes."
"Then that one is fine too."
"Well…Just…Pick one," Kirsty was becoming more than a little frustrated.
"Why do I have to pick one? They all dry clothes, I don't see why it's so important to choose one brand over the other." Ross looked to Chris "Do you have a dryer?"
"Yes."
"What brand is it?"
"I dunno, it's white."
"Right. Liam, Do you have a dryer?"
"Yeah."
"What brand is it?"
"No idea mate."
"Jools."
"Yes Ross."
"Do you have a dryer?"
"Yes Ross."
"What brand is it?"
"Well Ross, I've got a Westinghouse 2001, it’s stainless steel with multi temperature control, and this really cool thing that beeps when it's finished."
"You see?" Ross turned back to Kirsty, "Men just don't care. As long as it works and does the job it's supposed to do then we're happy."
"Ross. Pick one," Kirsty demanded, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
"The Simpson," he said meekly.
They arranged for the dryer to be delivered as Chris wandered off to order Penny a fridge because she'd mentioned she needed to get a new one sooner or later.
On their way out of the shop they passed the lingerie department, where the blokes paused and started looking at the different lacy apparel.
"Hey Pen you should wear one of these," Chris announced, holding up a sheer baby doll nightie with fur trim.
"I would never wear anything like that."
"But what about the red lace…" he was cut off as Penny slapped her hand over his mouth.
"I've just realised there's a DVD I wanted to look for. We'll meet you outside," she dragged a perplexed looking Chris away.
Ross grabbed a black lace underwear set complete with suspender belts, "Why don’t you get one of these?" he asked Kirsty.
"I've got one of those" she informed him.
"What? Where? Why haven't I seen it?"
"Haven't felt like wearing it yet," she shrugged.
Julia was looking through some underwear when she glanced up and saw Ross whisper something to Kirsty, who started giggling, and playfully grabbed his arse.
"I didn't even hear what was said and they're making me cringe," Julia muttered.
Liam was leaning on the same rack of underwear that Julia was looking through. "I think you should get the blue set," he announced.
"And what if I don't?"
"Then I'll have to buy it."
"I think the cup size is a bit big for you," Julia smiled.
"I wasn't imagining me in it," he mused as he walked away. Julia thought about it for .5 of a second before finding one in her size and carrying it to the counter.
When the shopping was completed the group decided it was time for dinner. They spent ten minutes arguing about where they were going and eventually chose a restaurant in Rundle Street.
"You two only wanted to eat here because they sell chips," Penny stated as she glared at Kirsty and Julia.
"I'm not seeing a problem," Kirsty shrugged as she grabbed a menu and started looking through it.
"The only thing they have here that fits my diet plan is the warm chicken salad," Liam announced.
"You know you could just forget about the diet for tonight. It's only one meal you know," Julia suggested.
"I already ruined it by missing breakfast."
"You chose to stay at my house."
"Excuse me?" Kirsty gasped.
"It's ok. He slept in your bed."
"Gee thanks," she grumbled.
"I'm hungry. Let's order. Hey waitress girl," Ross waved at a waitress as she wandered a few tables away.
"Why don't they have a selection of low fat menu items?" Liam scowled.
"Because it tastes like shit mate," Ross perked.
"Give it a rest would you? It's not going to make that much of a difference if you miss your diet for a day is it?" Julia asked.
"It could be the beginning of the end of my football season," Liam retorted.
"Oh please. Like it makes any difference to Port," Penny mused. Liam glared at her. "I'm sorry did I just say that aloud?"
"Can we please order before I'm forced to devour my left hand?" Ross asked, "HEY WAITRESS GIRL I CALLED YOU FIVE MINUTES AGO!" he shouted.
The waitress hurried over, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a speeding car.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked. Ross smacked his head against the table, appalled with her stupidity.
After a 45-minute wait, their meals were delivered. Liam still whining that the dressing on his salad would probably need to be worked off in a few extra sessions at the gym, while Julia quite happily wolfed down her chicken, with extra serving of chips and large coke. Penny and Chris had decided to share a large serve of nachos and were feeding them to each other. They seemed to forget that anyone else was there and spent the time cooing to each other and trying to seductively eat their meal.
"LOOK WOMAN IF YOU'D WANTED MORE CHIPS YOU SHOULD HAVE OREDERED THEM!" Ross yelled at Kirsty as she stole a chip off his plate.
"But I wouldn't have eaten them all."
"You're eating mine."
"But that's not a whole serve," Kirsty pointed out. "Besides, I only had a couple."
"A couple? The three quarters of a plate I had is now a quarter of a plate of chips."
"Oh whinge, whinge, whinge," Kirsty sighed, her hand disappearing under the table. Ross's eyes bulged.
"Have as many as you want," he gasped.
"Knew you'd see it my way," she grinned.
"Are we gonna have dessert?" Julia asked as she stuffed the last chip into her mouth.
"Of course we are," Penny chirped.
It took half an hour to summon the waitress and then a further half-hour to be served dessert. Penny and Chris chose cheesecake, which they fork-fed to each other, in a disgusting show of lust. Julia had a chocolate sundae, Liam had fruit salad (no cream or ice cream) while Kirsty and Ross weren't quite sure what to order.
"Why don't you have a chocolate sundae?" Julia asked.
"I don't think I can eat chocolate sauce at the moment," Kirsty mused.
"Me neither," Ross added.
"Oh you didn't," Julia groaned. "Now I'll never get that image out of my head…I'm going to have to go outside and try to burn the image from my brain." she left the table and went out and sat at one of the tables outside the restaurant.
"Is this to do with us licking chocolate sauce from each others naked flesh?" Ross asked; Kirsty nodded.
"I'm joining Jools," Liam announced and left.
"What happened to the other two?" Penny asked after five minutes as she looked blankly at their empty seats.
"I think Jools got attacked by a nasty green eyed monster," Ross smiled.
"Are all your friends sex obsessed?" Liam asked as he joined Julia outside.
"I don't mind them being obsessed," Julia replied. "I just don't want to hear about it."
"The ones who talk about it most do it the least," Liam smiled as he rested a hand on Julia's knee.
"I think you'll find that statement is flawed, well at least where Blondie and the Mutt are concerned."
"They both need neutering," Liam yawned. "I think I might head home, thank god it’s Friday tomorrow."
"You're going to abandon me with the four most horny people on the planet?"
"You can come with me if you like?" Liam suggested with a smile.
"Literally?" Julia grinned.
Liam shook his head, "My car is parked a couple of streets away."
"Hey, I never said I was going."
Liam raised an eyebrow and they gently leaned toward each other. Their lips meeting in a tender kiss,
"Ohh they're kissing," Ross announced in a high pitched voice as the other four appeared from the restaurant. Liam cheekily gave him the finger.
"So, are we done shopping?" Chris asked wrapping and arm around Penny who did the same to him.
"Well after being forced to buy a dryer I have no money left to shop," Ross huffed.
"Ah quite your whining," Kirsty mused as she slid her hand into his.
"Right, we better get to the train station then," Chris declared "Jools we'll drop you off when we get back if you like?"
"It's ok, I'm going with Liam," Julia said sheepishly.
"Ohhh," Ross teased until Kirsty slapped his arm.
"I'm glad you did that before I did," Julia mused as Ross poked his tongue out at her.
"Right, well then. It's been fun, see you all next time, take care, be nice to each other and remember the children," Liam chided as he and Julia headed away from the restaurant.
"DON"T FORGET TO SCREAM HIS NAME WHEN HE BRINGS YOU TO AN ORGASMIC PEAK!" Ross yelled after them.
"Want me to go back and hit him?" Liam offered.
"You hold him down and I'll hit him," Julia nodded.
"Better start running Anderson," Liam declared. As Ross's eyes went wide and he took off. Ross bolted down Rundle Street, into the mall and tried to escape down a side street but Liam caught him easily. As Ross tried to catch his breath Liam grabbed him and held him upside down by the ankles.
"You know, its lucky Kirst ate most of my chips otherwise I might have vomited on your sneakers," Ross giggled.
"PUT HIM DOWN!" A voice shrieked and they both looked to see an elderly couple near them in the side street. "You people are always being violent. I don't know why they don't lock you all away."
"Why thankyou for the racist input Martha," Ross announced sarcastically still upside down. "Why don't you run back to your little redneck family and chase pigs together huh?"
The woman let out a huff and then dragged her husband away. Liam dropped Ross onto the pavement. "I don't think I'm the one that needs locked up."
"Forget about it man," Ross sighed. "We have women to get naked."
"Speak for yourself."
"I thought your and Jools were getting hot and heavy?"
"I'm not really in the mood now," Liam shrugged. "My car’s back this way, tell her I’ll call her."
"Liam, mate you can't leave," Ross pleaded as he watched Liam's form descended into the darkness.