It was one of those seemingly rare nights where Addy and Lawrence actually seemed to get along, the nights that reminded her he wasn't a complete asshole, and while she was certain they weren't fighting simply because it was her birthday, she decided to soak it up as much as she could. Dinner was amazing, of course - he always managed to take her to unbelievable places when he bothered taking her out at all - but the necklace and the quick fuck in the bathroom were better.

Her own mind was drifting to what the rest of the night may hold as she watched out the window, fingers brushing over the diamond around her neck. When she felt movement, because she hadn't exactly given them much room on the seat, Addy glanced over. First she looked toward his arm, which was definitely moving somewhat, and then let her gaze travel down toward his pocket, eventually landing on his crotch. Turning to face him a bit more, Addy let go of her necklace and instead reached for his thigh, fingers trailing up from his knee toward his dick.

"What's got you all hot and bothered again?" she asked, her gaze flicking to Lawrence's mouth briefly before finally locking eyes with him.