Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

His call had the desired effect on her. He grinned fiendishly as she froze, a laugh attempting to burst free of his lips. He pulled it back, not wanting to give up the charade quite yet. Not that he was going to do much else to her. Maybe make a joke about how she can't look, or announce that the mightiest, most handsome and clever of all the Blackthorns was coming at her. Something playful and charming that would make her roll her eyes and smack him upside the head--the things he enjoyed making her do.

Only Penn wasn't really given a chance to make light of the situation before Bronco came steam-rolling in. He glanced at his cousin and rolled his eyes at the pissy look on his face. It wasn't a wise move--Penn was small and Bronco was not small. He opened his mouth to tell him to chill, but shut it as he had to duck out of the way of his charge. "Dude, chill!" he snapped as he moved, "It was a joke." Bronco might be big, but Penn was fast and plenty used to avoiding attacks seeing as he was constantly motivating things to want to muirder him. I dunno if he's fast enough, but maybe.