As if you would just let them

"Hey Miranda, wait!" You shout, bursting from your chair. Everyone jumps from your sudden burst of noise, including Miranda who spins around to look at you, pulling her hand back from the hat like she'd been burned. You feel a little embarrassed as all eyes turn to you but you ignore it and continue forward. "Please, allow me." You say, like a chivalrous knight about to lay your cloak across a puddle. Pushing past Miranda you grab the hat from the arm of the chair yourself, staring down Tom and Sarah as you do, who both glare up at you, annoyed that you spoilt their fun before it could even start.

With the hat in one hand you wrap your other arm around Miranda and lead her back to safety. Miranda leans against you as you walk, her bare breasts pushing against your chest making you think most unchivalrous thoughts. You sit down in the chair first, before pulling Miranda roughly on to you. "Ooh." She giggles as she finds herself pushed against your chest, your arms wrapped protectively around her. "Here, now draw." You tell her, offering her the hat. "Thank you sir." She replies, dragging out the last consonant a little in a way that threatens to awaken something in you.

You want to just kiss her then but instead you just hold the hat still, allowing her fingers to stir the names. Tearing your eyes off Miranda for a second you see Tom and Sarah glaring at you in-between bouts of hushed whispering. Whatever they're plotting you doubt it bodes well for you. Meanwhile Nicole leans close on Matts chest, her eyes half closed as if she was still recovering from what she did on Matts dick. Matt however, looks up at you and gives you a little thumbs up, seemingly congratulating you for saving Miranda.

In your lap Miranda has finished her shake up of the slips and she draws one out, leaning away from you playfully so you can't read it over her shoulder.