[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

	
Joel continued to snicker and chuckle as he sat there waiting for a response. His side hurt fiercely from laughing and he held one arm across his midsection still trying to control the after-effects of his twisted sense of humor. He felt immensely satisfied when she squeaked out a response and was happy that he had found a way to embarrass her enough that she had no smartass retort, however he wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Giggling stupidly to himself he reached behind him and twisted the door knob enough to let the weight from his back swing the door open allowing him to lazily fall backwards with it as it opened behind him and he was on his back. Finding her on the bed in his dimly lit room trying to control her breathing made him laugh some more.

Since he hadn't yet closed the bay door, it crossed his mind that this would all look very peculiar if someone else were to walk in on the moment: Him flat on the floor laughing near uncontrollably and her, [i]on his bed[/i], trying to fight off a panic attack. It also occurred to him that it had been quite a while since [i]any woman[/i] had been on that bed- a thought that he also found extremely funny and continued to laugh at while considering his current course of action may have prolonged that particular time frame exponentially, [i]but it was worth it[/i]. “You gonna make it?” He snickered glancing ‘up’ from his position on the cold, laminate hardwood. All he could see were her legs hanging over the side. As hungry as he was, it did feel in poor taste to leave the cook behind and go eat and just leaving her up there felt a little... [i]odd[/i] despite his threat to leave her there.  

[@Almalthia]