Summer’s mouth dropped open as Johnny (Johnny fucking Storm! her mind insisted on screeching) immediately pulled her close. Her head just about came up to his chin. It took a second for her to realise what he was doing, but before she could really do anything about it, the moment was over, and he’d released her again.
A string of swearwords were rising to her lips when she brushed him with her empathy again, and they died in her mouth at the return. Instead, she tilted her head to the side and said, dryly, “It’s nice to see I’m of some use around here. Mr. Storm.”
Johnny smiled cheekily at her before replying with an equally dry, “No worries doll, I’m happy to give people purpose.” He took the time to look her up and down, as though it was the first time he had ever laid eyes on her.
“You know, I can think of a lot of other uses you could be put to. If you’re interested that is.” Johnny smirked deviously. He figured there was an equal chance of him getting lucky as there was of him getting slapped across the face. Either way the party would be livened. Though a voice in the back of his head was doing its best to remind him that his sister would be very displeased if he ruined Reed’s party. He was completely capable of ignoring that voice. In fact, he was beyond capable.
Summer made her eyes go big and innocent. “Do tell, Mr. Storm,” she replied, her tone sugar-sweet and completely false. “I am all ears.” Clasping her hands under her chin completed the picture.
Unfortunately she couldn’t hold the innocence for very long, and ended up grinning at Johnny. “At least I’m not the only one who’s bored here.”