Pete plops on the couch's arm next to Jess and leans in close enough to whisper. But first he drags his fingers through her long nearly platinum blond hair as he sucks on her earlobe.
"You want a drink," he whispers to her.
She shakes her head.
Ethan clears his throat.
It does nothing.
Violet giggles.
Ethan cocks a brow. "This amuses you."
"Not like you can talk." Joel shakes his head. "You two are almost as bad about making out in front of us as... well, nobody is as bad as Pete."
Pete pulls back with a smile. He's clearly proud of his reputation for public sex. "What do you think, baby? Should we prove we really are the filthiest perverts?"
"We already have that crown. We don't have to prove anything." Jess smiles. "But maybe."
Violet giggles. "The office's door locks. If you must."
Ethan shakes his head at her.
"And you wouldn't fuck me hard against the wall if I asked?" Violet pushes off the couch to put her arms around Ethan. "I would. Maybe we should be the ones to sneak off during our party."
Joel nods to Mal. "I've got a hundred bucks that says... actually, I'm not going to say which couple I think will fuck in the office first. Not in front of them." He nods to the kitchen. "But I do have a hundred bucks on somebody."
Mal chuckles. "I might be interested."
The two of them make their way to the kitchen to discuss their bet.
Then the happy couples are joking and laughing. And I'm still staring at the door, no fucking clue where Kit is or when he's coming back.