The movie was ok but I wasn't enthralled. I took a sip of my vodka coke and watched your face with a sideways glance. I took another sip, enjoying the tinkle of ice cubes and the bittersweet flavour that filled my mouth. You were looking mighty fine, tucked into the corner of the sofa, your feet up and the blue grey light of the flickering television playing across your face.
I turned sideways on the sofa and slid my black nylon-clad feet towards you. Without even looking you reached down, grabbed my feet and settled them comfortably in your lap. You were still watching the movie. One hand rested on my shin.
Another sip of vodka coke... I watched the screen for a bit, something about a convenient store and a guy with a sandwich board sign... You were far more interesting. I wiggled my left foot farther up your lap until my heel was in a threatening position.
Without looking away from the television you turned sideways on the couch too, your legs stretching out on either side of mine. You scooched down a bit, took me by the ankles and positioned me more comfortably against your crotch. You gave my right foot a squeeze then sat back with one elbow on the back of the sofa, the other on the armrest. I found it incredulous that you were really all that into this movie, but you continued to watch.