Halloween - Chapters 1-4

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Haha after not posting for a while it just seems to be entry after entry of me (so apologies if you're all flo-ed out).  Anyway some halloween fic love for you all! Enjoy!

Flo xxxx 

Comments appreciated as always, could I possibly have the tag s:halloween?  Thankies in advance! :D

Title: Halloween
Chapter(s): 4 out of the 6
Pairing: Greg/Josie
Rating: 17+ (for chapter 4 to be on the safe side) 
Notes: Halloween Challenge Entry (For a challenge set on my Community)

Challenge words:

-Pumpkin

-Candy

-Jack O' Lantern

-Witches hat

-Black cat

-Ghost

They’d been working together for almost a year now, yet Greg and Josie, still found they were as nervous around each other as that very first time they’d met. Sure they flirted, had fun, but as soon as it came to taking it further, Greg couldn’t go through with it.

“For God sake Greg! What’s the worst that could possibly happen? It doesn’t even have to be a proper date if you’re that worried about it. Why not ask her to Tony’s Halloween Party tomorrow night? You could offer her a lift or something.” Mike was saying kindly one day in his dressing room, exasperated with his friend.
“Mike I can’t… I’ve never been this nervous about asking a woman out before. Normally I do just ask them and what will be will be. But with Josie… with Josie I feel different.” Mike glanced up from his paper at his confused friend. A smile formed on his lips.

”She means a lot to you doesn’t she?” Said Mike, half-chuckling, turning the page of the broadsheet.
“Yeah… she’s…amazing.” Spluttered Greg seemingly unable to find the words to be able to describe how perfect he thought Josie was.
“She’s pretty keen on you too…” Grinned Mike.

“What? Has she said anything? She’s talked to you about something?” Greg leapt of the table in Mike’s dressing room and grabbed his arm, shaking it desperately.
“Greg! Let go!” Growled Mike good-naturedly. “Honestly your like an adolescent boy.” 
“I feel like one.” said Greg dejectedly. Mike patted his friend reassuringly on the back.

“She may have mentioned you’re rather attractive once or twice.” Greg stared at Mike. Hope glistening in his hazel eyes. 
“I heard her telling Tony the other day. She won’t talk to me about you, she knows you know how to worm information out of me.” He chuckled. “That alone says she’s trying to cover something. I think its interest personally.” Continued Mike sagely.

Greg sighed. “I guess it’s now or never then. I’ve been putting off asking her out for months now.” 
“Thata boy.” Mike had put down his paper and pushed Greg gently in the small of the back. “Go on.”
“What? Now?” Yelped Greg, alarmed.
“Yes, you’ll miss her before she goes home otherwise” said Mike sternly, opening the dressing room door and peering out. A whip of chestnut brown, long hair out of the back entrance told Mike all he needed to know. “She’s leaving.” He hissed at Greg giving him a shove. “Ring me later and let me know how it went.”
“But Mike…” The door slammed shut. Greg inhaled deeply, resigning himself for the worst.
“Come on Proops. She’s just a woman for God’s sake. It’s not like it’s your first ever girlfriend.”

Greg clattered along the corridor and wrenched open the back door to see Josie and Tony chatting over a cigarette.
“Oh Tony, I don’t think he’s interested at all” Josie was saying miserably, her back to the stage door. “I’ve flirted as much as I can but…” She was silenced by Tony’s voice drowning over hers.
“Hello Greg. Good recording huh?” Tony smiled his cheeky schoolboy smile at Greg who returned the greeting. Josie whipped around.
“Oh… hi Greg.” She said softly. 
“Yeah, they just keep getting better don’t they Tony… hello Josie…c-can I have a word” He added apprehensively, steeling himself.
Tony took the hint and muttered to Josie “I’ll be scraping the ice off of the car.”  He then addressed Greg “Later mate. You still up for the party tomorrow at mine?”
“I’m in, but if you think I’m wearing a costume you’ve got another thing coming.” Grinned Greg.

Josie became suddenly very interested in her cigarette, the floor, anywhere but Greg’s eyes. Those soft brown orbs, twinkling mischievously behind his Buddy Holly spectacles. She sighed. She loved Greg’s eyes.
Greg cleared his throat and moved slightly closer to Josie. He dared to touch her arm, gain her attention. She jumped slightly at the contact.
“Hey.” He croaked. Smiling nervously at his beautiful friend.
“Hi. You looking forward to Tony’s party tomorrow?” Asked Josie, now gazing over at the raven-haired man, who was pointing furiously at the back of Greg’s head and mouthing “ask him to mine” before pretending to make out with an imaginary person.

Josie glared at Tony briefly before taking a long puff on her cigarette. 
“Yeah. Should be good, in fact Josie that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Greg couldn’t believe he was going to do it at last. After 9 months he was finally going to quell his fears, which hovered around him like an evil ghost, taunting him. After 9 long months he was finally going to ask Josie Lawrence on a date.

“Oh?” Enquired Josie, her heart skipped a beat as she dared to fixate her own chestnut eyes on his. Greg took a step closer to her.
“I…I don’t know the way to Tony’s and I wondered if you needed a lift, so that you could direct me?” Greg mumbled, now looking at his feet, blushing slightly.
“Yes please” she gasped, unbelieving. Stumping out her cigarette, she looked at Greg properly for the first time in this whole exchange. He was beaming.
“Okay then… I’ll see you tomorrow Josie… thanks…I’ll be… I’m just gonna get going.” He garbled, stumbling he backed away.

Lunging, Josie grasped his arm and pulled him back.
”Wait Greg, you’ll be needing my address.” She tugged an old receipt and a pen out of her handbag and began scribbling her details. Greg nervously toed the ground, his heart light as a feather. 

“Here” Josie pressed the piece of paper into Greg’s gloved hand. “I’ve given you my number too…you know…just in case.” Realising she was still clutching Greg’s hand she dropped it, embarrassedly.
“Thanks” He said softly
“I’ll see you tomorrow Greg” By way of answer, Greg pressed his warm lips briefly to her soft cheek. Josie closed her eyes and smiled. 
“Good night Josie.” He whispered
“Good night Greg.” She murmured back.

Tony grinned knowingly at Josie and winked. She nodded, grinning widely. Greg was too wrapped up in his own happiness to notice the exchange.

Josie slipped slightly over the tiles as she stumbled to get out of the bath.
”Shit” she mopped up the small cuts on her legs, wiping the blood away disdainfully. Casting scornful looks at the razor sat on the side of the bath. She wrapped the warm fuzzy towel around her dripping body and twisted a smaller hand towel around her sopping curls in a turban style.

Josie glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet as she wandered into the bedroom. 2 hours until Greg was due to pick her up.  Looking at the nicks on her shins she sighed.
“Oh well, I could always wear tights.” She muttered to Ayli, her black cat who sat purring on her duvet.

She perched on the end of her bed, and began sweeping makeup over her already pretty face. Failing to tuck stray curls out of her way. Once her features were to her satisfaction, Josie began launching an attack on her messy curls. Tousling them gently she patted them dry with her towel before completing the look with the hairdryer.

Although she didn’t like to admit it, Josie liked her curls and appreciated that women would spend hours of painstaking perming to achieve the look she managed with just a bit of water. She pulled her fingers distractedly through the cotters desperately deciding what to wear with only an hour to go.

Squirting her favourite perfume over her skin, Josie couldn’t believe she was ready with 10 minutes spare to pick which shoes to wear with her short black evening dress. 
“I didn’t want to be rushing,” she told her feline, who was asleep. “Not for Greg. I wanted it all perfect.”

Selecting a stylish pair of shiny black sling backs, the buzzer cut through the house.
“He’s here.” She gasped excitedly hurrying down the stairs her wild curls bouncing behind her as she ran. Leaping the last few stairs with the agility her slight frame was built for she tore to the front door, tugging it open.

Greg stood dumbstruck on the threshold, blinking he looked her up and down, taking in every inch of her beauty. 
“Josie. You look stunning…” The American spluttered. Josie blushed shyly, deciding humour might break the tension she quipped
“Why are you so surprised? Are you saying I’m not always stunning?” Greg grinned realising Josie was pulling his leg. After spending nearly a year in England, he had long since learnt typical British humour. 
“You don’t look so bad yourself Proops.” She added cheekily, but truthfully. With every suit Greg wore he seemed to get more handsome. 
“Thank you pumpkin. Are you ready to go?” He added kindly.
“Believe it or not I am, I just have to get my coat and scarf.” Half jogging to the cupboard she tugged her coat out and flung it on the floor as she began hunting for her elusive scarf.

Winding it around her slender neck at last, she turned to pick up her coat until she realised Greg had picked it up, brushed it off and was offering to put it on for her. With a glowing smile in his direction she pushed her arms gratefully through the appropriate holes and buttoned it up.
“Party time.” She grinned excitedly.
 

 

Spotting the candle flickering from the homemade Jack O Lantern on the doorstep as they approached the house, Josie giggled.
“Come on slow coach” she moaned half-heartedly to Greg, who was trudging up the pathway just behind her. Longing overcoming her senses she grabbed his soft hand warmly, grinning cheekily at him.

Greg glanced down at her hand snugly fitted in his own, as if it was made to be there. He smiled to himself, inwardly thanking Tony for throwing a party to celebrate Halloween. Fingers still clasped together with Josie’s, Greg raised his spare hand to the door, rapping on it smartly. 

“Hello!” Greeted Tony almost instantly in his campest “Ooh no missus” voice.   Josie found herself collapsed in a fit of laughter, Greg chortling heartily resorting in a snort slightly too loud for his liking. 

Tony was dressed from head to foot in a witch’s costume, complete with cloak, broom and a pointed witches hat, which he wore jauntily on his raven hair. His eyes sparkled brightly delighting in the outrageousness of what he was wearing.

Composing himself at last Greg took Tony’s hand seriously and kissed it charmingly. “Tony, you’re honestly the most beautiful witch I’ve ever laid eyes on” Tony chuckled grabbing the top of Greg’s arms and kissing him on the mouth. Josie squealed with delight.
“You’re honestly the most fucking ugly yank I’ve ever had the misfortune to snog.” Tony informed Greg sincerely. “Right this way mate.”

Tony waved the pairing into his already crowded, cosy living room. A large table heaving with delicious smelling food stood waiting to be picked at in the corner of the spacious room. Directly next to it stood a large keg, where Mike currently stood filling up his cup. 

Scanning the room familiar faces greeted from all sides including Mike, Paul, Sandi, Clive, Ryan, Colin, Brad, Chip, Caroline, Jim, Richard and Dan were all beaming and crying out greetings to the new arrivals. 
“You’re the last” smiled Tony. Make yourselves at home.

*****

“So…are you and Josie a couple then.” Enquired Clive, slightly worse for wear. 
“No Mr A. We’re friends, I gave her a lift here that’s all.” His eyes flitted sadly watching Paul twirl a laughing Josie as they danced.
“Shame Mr. P you’re not bad for a yank.” Smiled Clive.
“And you’re not bad for a short, bald, sarcastic, Cambridge trained, English twat.” Grinned Greg.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, you didn’t mention my lack of neck” Winked Clive, as Dan engaged him in a new conversation. 

Sighing Greg resorted to watching Josie once more, without Clive as a distraction he couldn’t help but notice how happy she looked as she danced enthusiastically with Paul. Desperate to take his jealous eyes off of her he scanned the room. 

Clive and Dan were now chatting animatedly. Just behind them stood Colin jabbering to Ryan who was being eyed up by a drunk Caroline.   Brad, Chip, and Jim joined Josie and Paul making up the dance floor. Richard stood nosing at Tony’s music, determined to change it from “100 Spooktastic Halloween Hits” which was currently playing. 

Greg’s eyes flitted to the corner where Tony and Mike stood solitary from the rest, their eyes darting over the other guests. Scheming. Intrigued Greg made towards them until he spotted Sandi alone sipping a cup of beer.

“Hey Sandi.” Greeted Greg, settling down on the seat next to her.
“Hello Greg.” She smiled impishly. “Why aren’t you up dancing with Josie?” Greg considered his answer first.
“We’re not an item you know… we’re just…” But Sandi cut him off.
“Greg that’s utter shit. You know as well as I do that Josie has a soft spot for you.” Blushing Greg smiled at Sandi.
“No, she… we’re just friends.” Greg assured her.
“Okay, I bet by the end of the evening you’ll be like Caroline and Brad there.” Said Sandi bluntly.
”What!? Greg exclaimed, whipping around in his seat. Sure enough Brad and Caroline stood in a tight embrace, locked in a kiss that didn’t look as if it was going to end anytime soon.

*****

“Hiya Greg” Josie appeared, flushed from dancing but smiling.
“Hey Josie… you having a nice time?” Asked Greg trying to keep his resentment towards Paul out of his voice.
“Yes… but I’d like to dance with you now… if you want to” She added hastily, reddening. Brightening instantly, Greg took hold of Josie hand eagerly, with a whispered “Have fun” from Sandi.

Greg and Josie began twirling on the makeshift dance floor, Josie beaming from ear to ear. 
“So… are you and Paul?” Began Greg tentatively, heart pounding faster than normal.
“What??” Josie doubled over laughing, holding onto Greg’s suit jacket. “No…” She gasped for air still giggling. “We’re good friends, Paul wanted a friendly face to dance with. He’s got his eye on Caroline, but as you may have noticed she’s been rather into Brad this evening.” Josie grinned at Greg’s relieved face.

“Oh, good… well I just wondered that was all” Spluttered and embarrassed Greg who smiled in spite of his reddened face.
“Silly thing” Josie smiled, stroking Greg’s chest softly and hugging him. Greg shut his eyes, breathing deeply. He relaxed, and enjoyed dancing with Josie even more than he had done previously. 

“Ooops” she giggled crashing into Greg for the third occasion that evening, this time causing him to wobble and grab hold a cabinet of books. 
“That last twirl made me go a bit dizzy,” she laughed. Greg chuckled suspecting Josie had drunk a few more beers than she was used to. 

*****

By Midnight a fair few of the guest had left for home, Dan had said his farewells, as had Sandi who was catching a lift with Dan, having fallen asleep on the sofa. Richard had escorted a passed out Jim home much to Tony’s amusement (“Well he’s lasted longer than usual at my parties”)

“Who’s up for some games now we’re all sufficiently pissed?” Shouted Tony over the din of the party. A murmur of consent passed through the room and Tony grinned broadly. 
“Okay let’s start of with chubby bunnies one of the more vile Halloween games” Tony grinned.
“Uh Tony, what the hell is that?” Ryan questioned, amused.

Tony had his guests sit in a circle before producing the largest bowl of sticky marshmallows from under the table.
“What’s with the candy Tony?” Began Greg before being interrupted by Clive.
“Don’t you have marshmallows in America?” Smirked Clive, who was deliberately winding Greg up.
“Yes we do Mister A. Thanks for asking.” Snarked Greg good-naturedly to a rumble of laughter, particularly from the more tipsy guests.

“Okay, the aim is to shove a marshmallow in your mouth and say Chubby bunnies the bowl gets passed around everyone, then a second one is inserted and so on. The person with the most in his or her mouth at the end wins.” Tony smiled wickedly.
“Urgh” Shuddered Ryan, “It’s very you Tony” he grinned.

“Ch…chuffy…bubbies” Articulated Greg, 12 marshmallows currently stuffed in his cheeks, eyeing up Tony and Mike, his only competition left. A dribble of sticky marshmallow ran down his chin.
“Crofe enuff” Snorted Tony spraying everyone with flecks of the sticky sweets. Everyone watched on tenterhooks, giggling as Tony shoved a 13^th marshmallow in his mouth. 
“Ch..chu…” Tony began submitting to laughter at Greg and Mike’s mouths shoved full of marshmallow. Snorting and giggling, the sticky half chewed candy sprayed from his mouth shooting in every direction to screams from everyone.

 Three more rounds later Mike stuffed his 16^th mallow into his mouth, grinning from ear to ear.
“Chummy buffies” he said confidently causing Greg to howl with high-pitched laughter.
“The boww paff me the boww.” He giggled. Smirking Paul handed Greg the spit bowl and he emptied his mouth of the sugary candy.
“Urk. I never wanna play that again” Decided Greg.
“I wib!” Shouted Mike, victory dancing, mouth still stuffed with marshmallow.

“Spin the bottle anyone?” Suggested a tipsy Colin, thinking of more party games.
“Smutty spin the bottle” Grinned Tony wickedly. Retrieving an empty cider bottle from the floor receiving a pat on the back from Colin “great idea!” He hiccoughed, sitting down next to Ryan once more.

Caroline and Josie giggled.
“Thanks guys, this is really fair on us” Crowed Caroline. 
Tony smirked spinning the bottle. “Clivey boy!”
“Heh, unlucky Mister A.” Chuckled Greg. 
“Make out with Greg.” Commanded Tony, smiling wickedly to a round of whoops and laughter. 

“What?” Groaned Greg. “Come on Slattery, I’m not even a bit pissed.”
“Ah shut up Mister P.” Clive muttered drunkenly grabbing Greg’s face. Josie and Caroline squealed and giggled the loudest as Clive locked a struggling Greg in a passionate kiss. Tony and Mike doubled over laughing, while the others clapped and cheered Clive on.
“Dunno what my wife’ll think” Muttered Clive coolly removing his tongue from Greg’s mouth. 

Everyone had their eyes fixed on Greg waiting for him to respond.
“Can we play chubby bunnies again please?” Begged Greg amusedly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. 
“Poor Greg.” Josie sympathised resting her head softly on his shoulder, grinning at his redenning face.
“Your turn to spin Clivey” Paul informed him, eyes still roaming jealously to Brad, who had his arm draped around Caroline.

“Hah, sorry Ryan!” Grinned Clive, who was enjoying himself thoroughly. “Do a lap dance for Chip.”
Ryan chuckled at Chip who waved gaily at him. “The things I do, now I know why I hate this game,” he muttered good-naturedly. 

There were more hollers of delight as Ryan ground his body against Chip pretending to toy with the buttons of his shirt sexily. 
“Urk, okay stop.” Clive chuckled, who was far more relaxed under the influence of alcohol and in the company of friends.
Ryan winked and moved over to Clive grinding his crotch against him too, and indeed all the guests consecutively. 

“Okay, a well earned spin for Ryan” Laughed Tony. Chuckling Ryan span the bottle enthusiastically.
“Josie honey, it’s you I’m afraid.” She giggled, still snuggled into Greg. 
“Oh okay, what do I have to do Ry?” She asked.
“Striptease, just to your underwear.” He grinned.
“Ry! No, you can’t make her do that!” Greg began leaping to her defence instantly, however Josie hushed him with a finger.
“I’ll do it.” She agreed, cheekily. Greg was shocked, amazed at just how much a few beers could completely change a personality, something you don’t take in when you’re pissed too.

Seductively, Josie began wiggling to the music in the centre of the circle, she boldly slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, to the chant of “Josie, Josie, Josie” from most of the men watching, earning Brad an irritated wrist slap from Caroline.

Unzipping her dress she tugged the material over her curves, to cheers of delight and drunken excitement. Greg found himself watching, mesmerised yet he did not participate in the leering whoops of joy. She stalked over to Greg scantily clad in just her underwear and sat on his lap much to his surprise. 

She flexed her legs, tugging off her shoes and tights.
“Okay Jos you don’t have to show us anything else” Chuckled Ryan, to groans from others including Paul, Tony, Mike and Colin. Josie however was preoccupied. She was now facing Greg running her fingers softly through his hair, pecking at his jaw line and chin gently with her lips. 

“JOS!” Ryan called amused.
“Oh, sorry” She laughed “I was enjoying myself a bit to much.” She suckled one last time on a bemused Greg’s chin, and stole his glasses, placing them over her own brown eyes.
“Whoa!” she exclaimed, “Who needs to be drunk” She blinked crossed eyed, trying to see through the thick spectacles as Greg squinted blindly.

“Very dignified darling,” Laughed Paul sarcastically.
“Fuck off Paul,” I can still see who’s speaking grinned Josie, cuddling into Greg, who had traipsed his jacket off and wrapped it around her.
“We don’t want you getting cold” he whispered kindly in her ear, so that only Josie could hear.

Josie groped for the bottle, still determinedly wearing Greg’s thick spectacles.
“Colin, aww I’ll be nice to you darling” she smiled. “Wear these and run around in circles until you fall over” She smirked, handing over the black rimmed glasses.

*****

On they played until they had all done at least one challenge. The funniest by far had been Mike’s challenge for Tony, to eat all the spat out marshmallows from the bowl, then make out with all the guests. Tony sportingly agreed and had proceeded to snog everyone in the room, muttering to Greg: “Back for a second kiss, you ugly fucker”, Greg had grinned knowingly. He was as used to Tony’s insults as he was to Clive’s jibes.

Chip was currently wearing Greg’s glasses, which had been passed from person to person, as seemingly the dares were funnier when they couldn’t see what the hell they were doing. Greg was ordered to do his challenge (allow everyone to lick beer off of his chest) without his glasses. 

Greg had no idea who was licking him and when, although he knew the second Josie’s tongue trailed down his chest, he caught a waft of her beautiful scent and felt his abdomen tighten consequently, especially as she lingered below his belly button longer than was strictly necessary, which thankfully went unnoticed by the others.

Most of the guests were either too sleepy, too drunk or a combination of both to do any more dares enthusiastically. Indeed, a few of his colleagues had decided they’d crash at Tony’s and sauntered into various rooms to go to bed. Greg yawned widely. He was exhausted.

“Cards anyone?” Grinned Tony, as full of life as he had been when he had first opened the door. Only Clive, Greg, Josie, Paul and Caroline remained in the room. Greg was just about to refuse and say they needed to head off, when Josie squealed her enthusiasm.

“Oh don’t be grumpy Greg, of course he’ll play Tony.” She had said, punching Greg playfully on the arm.
“What we playing Tony?” Greg asked, gut already telling him it was a stupid question and that he should know the answer.
“STRIP POKER!” Tony had laughed “No complaints, you all agreed.” He said pointing to all his friends. 

*****

At various states of nudity around the table, Greg found that being sober gave him a significant advantage at cards. He sat having only lost his shirt to Caroline. Josie was once more down to her bra, knickers and tights, as was Caroline. Tony was sat in his trousers, having lost both of his socks, one to Greg the other the Josie. Clive and Paul were down to only boxer shorts, and tension was high. 

“How’re you so good Greggie?” mumbled Josie, snuggling into his bare shoulder. Greg felt a shiver that had nothing to do with being shirtless run down his spine. 
“I’m not severely drunk right now.” He grinned at his friends.

“Unlucky Clive” sniggered Tony, “Get them off, you’re out” Clive sighed and tugged clumsily at his shorts causing them to fall to the floor. Caroline shrieked delightedly, howling with laughter. She was now perched on Paul’s lap, who was beaming. Josie squealed, shocked, burying her face into Greg’s chest, clinging onto him, giggling.

“Umm Clivey? What’s got you so excited buddy?” Greg asked cheekily, taking full advantage of his sparring partners current situation.
“The thought of making out with you of course” Quipped Clive still on top form sarcasm-wise. The table roared with laughter. Clive smiled humbly, sitting back down in his seat.

Several more turns and both Josie and Caroline folded, their borrowed time up. Both women looked at each other and giggled.
“Oh well at least we lose our dignity together I guess” Grinned Caroline, already tugging her arms out of her bra straps. 
“Together?” Asked Josie, taking a grip on the clasp. 
“Now” Shrieked Caroline, with cheers of delight from Tony and Paul in particular. Greg averted his eyes, quite sure they wouldn’t be revealing quite so much were they more sober. Clive was slumped on the table, snoring.

“Aww Greg don’t be embarrassed” Crooned Josie, smiling softly, sitting more securely on his lap, arms winding their way around his neck.
“I’m not pumpkin, I’ve seen plenty of breasts in my lifetime, I just… it’s normally in the bedroom, with the woman sober.” He softened, smiling as she gently ran her fingers softly down his neck and chest.   

“Home time for you I think Miss Lawrence.” He said sternly yet kindly. “Bra on please, I don’t want the police stopping me.” Josie chuckled retrieving the silky item from Greg. 
“Yes Mr Proops.” She feigned huffiness, as the others groaned that they wanted them to stay.

A stark naked Tony bounded out of his seat. 
“You can stay here and fuck Greg, that’s what the spare room is for.” Greg rolled his eyes, chuckling. 
“Thanks for the offer Tony buddy, but this little bird (he indicated Josie) needs to fly home.”   Buttoning up his shirt and tugging Josie’s dress over her head, he grabbed her tights and shoes, wrapping his jacket around her once more. 

“Greg, your tie…” Mumbled Josie picking up the item.
“You keep hold of it for me, I’m gonna carry you to the car, you have no shoes on.” She squealed delightedly as he scooped her into his arms.
“Oh… Greg… don’t drop me” She giggled, clutching his neck, his hair. 
“I won’t” he panted, “Don’t let go of that tie, there’s a good girl.”

Opening the door, he set Josie down gently in the passenger seat, pulling her seatbelt securely around her before getting into the drivers seat. The last thing they saw before they pulled away was Tony’s cheeky two-fingered salute.