Twister.

Phil was out after a taping, Lacy was in town...but he left her behind at the hotel, so she could get some rest...even though she probably wasn't going to sleep. Anyway, he quickly made it to his room and opened the door, rushing in. "Babe! Babe!"

Lacy had looked a little alarmed when he'd rushed in like that and stood on instinct before going to him, checking him for bruises or some shit like that. "What? What's wrong?"

"Uh...what are you doing?" he asked with a chuckle.

"You ran in here like your ass was on fire, I thought something was wrong," she chuckled after he did, now feeling relieved. "What's got you runnin' in here all excited?"

"Okay so, I went to buy you a mother's day gift, which uh didn't turn out so well. Anyway, so as I was looking around, I found THE greatest thing ever."

"Which is?" She asked with an arched brow.

"Check it out." he said as he took out a pair of boxers from his shopping bag. They had the twister mat pattern on them.

She looked at the boxers. "Uh." She chuckled slightly. "Tell me those aren't what I think they are."

"Oh they are. They're fricking awesome."

"Uh.. they're kinda not, baby." She laughed lightly rubbing the back of her neck.

His jaw dropped. "You're kidding right?"

"Dead serious." She laughed lightly. "No one would even be able to see them."

"It's not for anybody to see, well except for you."

She took the boxers from him and examined them a bit. She looked back up at him and hooked one of her fingers in his belt to pull him closer to her. "I couldn't take you seriously with these on." She smiled a bit.

"Which is why I bought them. You play twister and eventually, they'll come off." he smirked.

"I wouldn't want them to be on you to begin with." She laughed lightly.

"It's going to be fun though." he said with a nod. "You'll agree eventually."

"And how do we play?" She asked as she kept her fingers in his belt loop.

"Easy, we play as if it's really twister."

"So... right hand Punk?" She asked with a small smirk and placed her hand on his hip.

"No." he chuckled. "Right hand green, which...oh look at that, happens to be on my ass." he smirked.

"You're an idiot." She laughed sliding her arms around him.

"You love it."

"Sometimes."

"Nah, all the time."