Ian and Amy get the bed; Elizabeth and Andy, the couch

First I went up against Corrine, and after a brief smirk-off we clenched our fists and threw out our choices. Corrine ended up keeping her fist clenched and groaned at the sight of my open palm. "Them's the breaks," shrugged Jake as he gave his disappointed date a hug and Amy did a little victory dance, quarterback style. On the other side of the room...

"Drat!" cursed Rachel, staring down at her V-formation fingers against Andy's fist. Elizabeth whooped and kissed Andy on the cheek as Talia nuzzled her lover in consolation. "You didn't have to throw scissors, honey."

"Yes I do!" Rachel declared in mock indignation. "I'm a dyke! It's a matter of principle!"

Laughter rang out through the room as everyone released the tension we didn't realize we had been holding. Andy turned out to be quite the dark horse as Simon fell to the wayside as well, his paper shredded by Andy's scissors.

"Guess it's just you and me," noted Andy, trying to hide his tremble. "No hard feelings?"

"At least not beyond what's between our legs," I joked.

"Sorry, kids, but that bed's got our names written allll over it," teased Amy. "You don't stand a chance!"

"Go get them, Andy!" cheered Elizabeth.

The room fell silent as the two of us flung our fists forward.

"Oh, darn," muttered Andy, seeing his face off against my palm. "I thought you might have assumed I was going for the only formation I hadn't picked yet."

"Aw, you still did your best," Elizabeth cooed, giving her date another kiss.

"Sorry, guys! Looks like your best couldn't cut it!" Ever the guy, Amy strutted another victory routine. "Ian and I are going to bend some springs tonight! Whoo!"

Another brief round of chuckling ensued as the couples broke off from the casual competition, trying to position themselves on the mattresses while Andy unfolded the couch for Elizabeth. I chose to fall backwards on the bed, feeling myself sink into its velvet covers before scooting underneath to strip down with Amy.