You stop dead. "Um. Excuse me?"
"C'mooon. Let me see it." Grinning broadly, she sticks her tongue out at you. Her eyes glow with a mischievous light, and you'd think it was cute if she wasn't behaving so suggestively. Trying not to stare at her legs, you struggle to decipher her meaning. What could she possibly...?
Suddenly, you remember the reason you even came to your apartment. Simultaneously, you devise a means of paying your impish friend back for her teasing. Trying to keep your face from betraying you, you say, "So, you want to see "it," do you?"
"Yeah." She replies.
"Man," Brushing your hair, you slowly approach the bed. She pulls her legs in close to herself, wrapping her arms around her knees, rolling into a ball, still grinning and waggling her tongue. "You're the first person who's ever asked."
"Not in the habit of waving your junk around?" Her smile is inhumanly wide. Her eyes are dancing with barely restrained glee.
Not missing a beat, you respond, "Not at all, though I have it on good authority that it's pretty impressive."
Eyebrow raised, she says, "Well, how about you let me be the judge of that?"
You turn from the bed, approaching your dresser with slow, deliberate steps. Roxanne gently vibrates behind you, buzzing with giddy energy. You open the top drawer, reaching inside.
"Let me just," You say, struggling to contain your own good humor. "Whip this out."
"Swear to the fucking Icon, dude." Roxanne says, barely suppressing a fit of giggles.
You find what you're looking for right where you left it, right at the back, same as always. Grabbing it, you pull it out, holding it up to the light triumphantly.
"Here it is!"
Roxanne breaks down immediately, dissolving into laughter. You can't help but join her, the mood contagious. You don't even care that the paper-thin walls will let everyone hear your tomfoolery and that you'll probably get yelled at later by an angry neighbor. You're having too much fun.>UPDATE 1