- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
They had done a little preparation for the day. THe big game was on after all, and all of the guys wanted to see it. A few large bowls of chips had been set out, filled with chips of various kinds, and the oven was hating up a small mountain of chicken wings. Dairne and Derrick were on the couch, chatting quietly. Their eyes tracked Emily as she walked into the room in the black silk. It was something of a turn on just having her in the room like that. But she was heading for the kitchen, so Darien assumed she was hunting for food.
"There's bottled water in the fridge. For you, specifically, it's got your name on it." He called to her. And he was right too. Five bottle. Each of them drugged and ready. It might take the drugs an hour or so to really kick in, but they'd certainly get the job done.
"There's bottled water in the fridge. For you, specifically, it's got your name on it." He called to her. And he was right too. Five bottle. Each of them drugged and ready. It might take the drugs an hour or so to really kick in, but they'd certainly get the job done.