𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 | ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ x ᴏᴄ | ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

The Perfect Ten

Violet took notice that Jack had taken a seat next to Seán and was deep in some tipsy philosophical conversation, she tried to not think too much of it- it seemed like he didn't see him too often but her curiosity was further piqued when Emma took a seat beside her instead.

"Uh, cheers." Violet took a cocktail from the tray and saluted her.

"Cheers yourself, gorgeous." Emma winked with a coy smile and took a sip of her cocktail.

"Emma, you're up." Christian sat back down to the drinks and took a slice.

"Alrighty doll, gimme a kiss for luck." Emma turned back to Violet, who only laughed, albeit a bit nervously. Jack looked up from the conversation immediately. She did not just say that... Did she?

"Looks like you don't exactly need it." Emma was, indeed, beating the rest of them. "You're gonna have to show us how it's done."

"Yeah, c'mon Emma, we're taking notes here." Jack snarked, an eyebrow raised as he leaned back to rest his arms out around the booth as he easily raised one leg to rest one ankle on his knee, easily taking up the surrounding space.

"I'm more of a hands on teacher." Emma chirped back. "Come here and let me show you a few things." She gently took Violet's wrist and took her up to the lane with her, feeling Jack's burning gaze of confusion and intrigue on them both. "It's all in the wrist."

"I've got nerve damage." Violet laughed with a soft snort, slightly confused by Emma's sudden shift in tone. They'd only had half a drink since Emma had made the comment about Jack not knowing Violet, but Violet supposed if this was just another new way of getting to know her, she could at least go along with it for a bit.

"Oh here!" Seán pitched exuberantly, standing and rummaging through his 'fun-uncle-babysitting' bag, pulling out a bowling wrist brace and tossing it to Emma, who quickly caught it and helped strap it onto Violet's wrist.

"I-, wha-?" Violet definitely hadn't been expecting Seán's foresight, but she had to laugh as the alcohol got to her now that she was standing back up. "I-I was just joking. Kinda. This is cool though." It was either the alcohol or Emma's...cologne? Getting to Violet's head as she moved in to wrap the brace just so, colorful fingernails and tattoos gently compressing for comfort as if there was actual pain.

"Well, with this one around I come prepared..." Seán laughed, gesturing to the tall luring figure beside him, a leering taunt curving into a smirk as he ignored Seán and eyed the girls expectantantly.

"Smart, I'm learning." Violet chuckled. "Slowly, but surely." She turned back to Emma. "Now, you were saying the wrist controls the balls?"

"No, honey, you do. I'm just here to guide you."

"Wait, no! I'll just ruin your score!" It felt like everyone was staring at her and she couldn't figure out how to respond or even act.

"Nah, you'd just add to it." Emma winked, leaving Violet's ears feeling hot.

"Got it, Emma is a manwhore when she drinks. Noted." Christian piped in, his own face growing hotter as he sipped his drink, frowning comically.

"I'm starting to think that she was just projecting at Co- Jack." Seán sickered, alcohol settling in faster than the rest.

"I don't need alcohol to appreciate a beautiful woman." Emma snapped back. "Go on, Violet, just a flick of the wrist."

"Mm, in my experience it's taken a bit more than one flick of the wrist." Violet pretended to think before proceeding to aim and swing the ball back and releasing.