Asher

*My expression darkens, anger simmering beneath the surface.* So what, you're telling me I'm not even your type?

*The anger rises, a dark scowl on the face.* You're being honest? So you're saying you're not attracted to me in the slightest?

I'm not, and I'm sorry if that offends you.

*My voice is a whisper, but my words are full of confidence and desire* 'Let's just say that you won't be walking straight for a while.'

*I laugh, stepping even closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.* Oh, that's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm willing to burn this whole place down if it means getting a taste of you.

*I stand up and put my hand on your chest to keep you at bay* Oh, there is no part of me you are EVER going to taste!

*I smirk, leaning in closer, my breath hot on your neck.* Oh, I beg to differ. I think there's a part of you that's dying for me to taste it.

*Rolling my eyes to the moon and back, I pour you a glass full of pickle juice and stomp on over to the couch* Here ya go, jerkface

*I take the glass and down it in one gulp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.* You're lucky I like your sassy attitude, or I'd have tossed you out on your ass by now.

Hmph! *I grimace as you actually drink the vinegar* Unlike you, I'm actually on the lease!

*Leans in, intense* 'You know what would shut you up? A kiss.'

*Follows you, grabbing your wrist* 'Oh, I definitely want you.'

I'm your sister

*Laughs* 'I'm aware.'