"Link, your word is, putrescine." His sigh was impossible to miss as he started making random noises from his mouth. A nervous smile and laugh were all he could manage.
"Can I have a Damien sentence please?" Sarah agreed and waited for Damien to join the set as she then waved the mic over to him. Delilah didn't try to pinch Damien but he was ready if she did.
"Hey, if telekinesis was possible and I forgot what a movie scene was, you could just putrescine into my mind." Link laughed at the suggestion and began to quietly spell the word to himself. As Damien was walking away Delilah caught his hand and tried to bite it. Damien managed to get away as the pair silently challenged one another.
"Okay, putrescine. P-U-T-R-A-S-E-E-N." Link's spelling was clearly off as he attempted to spell it and Sarah called him out for it. The countdown had begun so quickly that Link wasn't ready but as soon as the time was up, his yelp was heard and the room was quiet as they waited for the last strip, it was loud but not loud enough to overcome the shouts from Link.
Rhett was then moved to and he seemed a little more than just disheartened by what had happened."okay, are you ready?" Rhett shook his head and scrunched his face up, as tight as he could make it.
"No. Give me a second." Silence was heard as Rhett loudly breathed. "Okay, go." The signal set Sarah into action as she glanced back at her card.
"Rhett, your word is, noggin." Rhett, after a few moments, managed to spell it aloud.
"Okay, okay. Noggin. N-O-G-G-I-N." Rhett instantly recoiled as he waited for Sarah to speak.
"Rhett, that is correct." A loud sigh was released and Rhett looked around the room with a loud laugh.
"This feels great Link. You should try spelling your words right." Rhett's teasing filled the room and all but Link laughed as he was still reeling from the waxing he had just experienced.
"Shut up dude, you got noggin, which is easy to spell. I got a word I ain't even heard before." Link argued but it did little to stop Rhett. Sarah still moved on though and stood between Rhett and Delilah.
"Delilah, it's lovely to see that you're still with us and to celebrate, can you spell something for us?" Delilah shook her head at Sarah.
"The answer to your question is no. I cannot spell something for you or anyone. So, Link's turn?" Her answer was turned down as Sarah assured her that there was no way to escape the video until she spelt the word.
"Delilah, Your word is cummingtonite." Delilah smiled nervously and then turned to Damien.
"Can I have it in a sentence?" Rhett and Link mumbled about how they could have put it into a sentence as Damien joined the scene. Delilah immediately noticed the douchy attitude he adapted as he readied to say the sentence.
"Oh, girl. You should come back to my place tonight because let me tell you, I'll have you cummingtonite, all night." Delilah smiled as she heard the sentence but the sight of Rachel reminded her of what was about to happen. Damien didn't even try to reassure her as he disappeared back to his seat.
"You're so stupid. I hate you all. Ugh. Okay, cummingtonite is spelt, C-O-M-M-I-N-G-T-O-N-I-T-E." Sarah's breath out was enough for Delilah as she knew exactly what was about to happen and she grunted, as she waited for the wax to be poured onto her. The yell was just as loud as it had been last time and Delilah swore under her breath a few more times before regaining composure as the next round was begun.
"This round is based on words that Twitter suggested." All three of them swore and waited for the inevitable.
"This is one of the worst days of my life. I thought eating pig penis was bad." Link's admission did little to stop Sarah, instead, it egged her on as she smiled at them, menacingly.
"Link, your word is pochemuchka." Delilah laughed slightly as she heard the word.
"Pochemuchka." Delilah corrected the pronunciation as she heard the familiar word and Link looked across to her.
"You know what the crahp she just said? How do you spell it?" Delilah shook her head as she saw Link's eyes light up for a second.
"What does it mean, Sarah? No one else has asked that yet." Link had turned from Delilah who was fighting the urge to itch her legs that Rachel kept nudging.
"When someone asks too many questions they could be described as pochemuchka. Like, right now Link, you are acting like a pochemuchka." Delilah screwed up her eyes slightly and shifted away as she heard the definition. Sarah had caught that and also watched as Delilah eventually accepted it. Her head shook side to side to suggest that Sarah wasn't completely wrong in her assumption. "Was I wrong?" Delilah smiled and cleared her throat as she heard Sarah speak.
"Kind of but it doesn't matter." Link began to protest claiming that it did matter and so Delilah clarified the difference for him. "It is normally used to describe children. My Russian tutor used to call me Pochemuchka because it is Russian and I was 8. It is a little condescending to us it in reference to Link but you technically could. I just wouldn't feel comfortable doing it myself. But, it is a sweet nickname to give someone and my tutor still calls me Pochemuchka now. It's like calling someone, what's the English version of süsse?" Damien was quick to answer her question.
"Sweetie."
"Sweetie can be a nice nickname but it is a bit infantilising." Link soon made an attempt to spell the word.
"Okay. What the crahp? He gets noggin and I get a Russian word. Okay, okay. Pochemuchka. P-O-T-C-H-A-M-U-C-H-T-K-U." Sarah laughed, holding the card up to her face to cover it and Link swore as Sarah informed him that he was wrong. He once again screamed as the wax was torn off and his whole body wreathed as it happened. Rhett was next and his upper lip had grown sweaty.
"Rhett, your word is, pronunciation." With ease, Rhett spelt the word and it was suddenly Delilah's turn again.
"You knew my word, and you didn't help me. I hope you don't know yours." Link's teasing gained a pout from Delilah but he ignored it as they waited for Sarah to read her word out.
"If I get this wrong, I want to hold Shayne and Damien's hands." Sarah agreed on their behalf and they tried to protest but Sarah moved on.
"Delilah, your word is, conscientious." Delilah groaned and closed her eyes as she tried to think of how to spell the word but she suddenly snapped her eyes open and she looked at Sarah with a frown.
"Conscientious, C-O-N-S-C-I-E-N-S-C-I-O-U-S." Sarah took in a deep breath and then shook her head, both Shayne and Damien stood up and took a hand, Shayne's hand was barely held as she focused on holding Damien's as the wax went on. Immediately, Delilah shook her head and gasped a few times. Damien and Shayne could recall all the times it had happened to them and they felt mean for what they had helped to do. "Rachel, this feels wrong. The wax wasn't supposed to go there. Can you just wipe it off or something this isn't..." Delilah's protests were forgotten as the strip was applied and the countdown begun. The expected sound was heard and then Rachel emerged slightly quicker than expected.
"Delilah, can you put both your hands here?" Her hands were let go of as she rested them where Rachel had instructed and the wax was then ripped off and painful yelps filled the room as well as heavy breaths.
"Devil in disguise." Delilah almost shouted as the last strip was done and then the outro was completed. Breathing was returned to normal as the members who had been waxed were slowly covering up.
"You owe me, Damien." Her microphone was removed and handed to Greg.
"Maybe I could pay you back, with my body." Damien's quiet voice had been used as he playfully suggested it to her.
"Kidneys."
"What?" Damien's eyes widened as the pair walked from the room.
"The kidneys are the most expensive part of the body. If you are going to repay me with your body then I choose your kidneys," Delilah explained with an expectant tone. Damien held in his response as they passed some of the Mythical crew, finally arriving outside at Delilah's car.
"I was making a joke about sex," Damien admitted sneakily whilst opening the driver's door for her and watching as she then slid in. He then placed her bag on the front seat of her car and he leant close to her. "In case you couldn't tell."
"I couldn't. Maybe you could work a little harder on your jokes next time." Delilah leant forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips as she pushed her keys into the car.
"There is something else I would rather do than work on my jokes." Damien's hand ventured to her shoulder, and then ran along the dip between her breasts and soon his hand ventured lower, her flies were carefully undone as well as the button as his hand traced the lowest point of her stomach.
"Damien." It was a moan and a warning as Delilah rested her hand on his neck and pulled his face to her's. Their lips touched but as Damien ventured his hand lower, Delilah pushed away and stopped him. "We're at work. Someone might see us." Hands eagerly undid Damien's work as she blushed from one side of her face to the other.
"You look cute when you're flustered. And, maybe when I come over tonight, I could see what Rachel did to you down there." Delilah shook her head at his antics but a happy feeling rose in her belly at the thought.
"Don't be late." The car door was closed behind Damien and he watched as she drove away. Sat in her new car.