Shanelle's laughter did not improve Amber's mood any, particularly not after she'd clearly disdained her title. Amber stiffened, jaw rising. She was taller; felt good to look down at Shanelle. Hooray for small, bitter victories. "Then I take that as a yes," Amber said. Eric had slept with her on their first night out, and as much the gentleman he played, neither he nor Shanelle seemed so refined as to keep their hands off each other. Why would they? They were both incredibly attractive; it'd make no sense not to take advantage of each other. Their smiles-- her playful one, that smug one Eric got whenever he was about to score-- they'd draw each other in, like Amber had in the parking lot, what was the point of if he was just going to let his cock follow every beautiful woman that crossed his pass--

Shanelle's dig at Eric only proved Amber's thoughts. Showing off. Hah, maybe that's why he worked out, it was easier to pick up dates in the gym than in rainy parking lots. "I know what you mean," Amber replied coldly. "He's very... confident." That'd drawn her to him, damn it, she'd thought it was hot, and now Shanelle was laughing over it and Amber felt so incredibly stupid for ever having been taken in by Eric's suaveness. That first night she'd thought him ridiculously cocky and hung up on himself, but since then-- Shanelle hadn't fallen for it, why had she?

Five weeks. They could get in a lot of fucking in that period. Interesting, too, that she remembered so precisely how long it'd been.

"No," Amber said, raising her hand as if to bring Shanelle closer. "You're not interrupting. You're staying in line, right?" There were still a couple of people ahead of them so they'd be here for at least a few more minutes. "I'm sure you two have a lot to catch up on, I wouldn't want to get in the way." Not if it meant she could pick up on more details Eric would've have spit out of his own free will. Amber smiled again, aiming for friendly, though she wouldn't be surprised if she fell far off the mark.