A soft moan escapes her lips as her boyfriend, Tyler, presses her up against the brick wall just outside her front door, his lips on hers as one hand slides up her shirt and the other rests on her left hip. She shifts slightly, drawing one leg up so it's bent and her foot rests against the bricks at knee-level, the other leg strategically placed between his. Her breathing is starting to get heavier and she knows if they don't stop soon, Tyler's going to want to drag her back to his car. Not that she'll complain.

"Step away from my niece."

Andy pulls away from Tyler, groaning as a balding man comes into view.

"And that's how you greet your uncle?" says the balding man, who's now standing beside them, looking like he wants to throw Tyler off the front porch.

"You're not really even my uncle, Oliver," Andy argues.

Oliver looks at the punk who still has his hands on Andy, pinning her to the wall. "Are you deaf?"

"Chill man," Tyler says, slowly backing away. Turning back to Andy he says, "You wanna get out of here?"

"Uh huh," she says, reaching for her bag, but Oliver throws an arm between them.

"Scram," Oliver says to the kid.

Andy and Tyler exchange a quick glance before she shoves Oliver's arm aside and gives Tyler a quick kiss.

"See you tomorrow, my place?" Tyler asks.

"Uh huh," Andy says again, biting her lip, waiting until Tyler's far enough away before finally turning back to Oliver. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yeah Andy, it was. Your father would kill you if he saw that thing all over you," Oliver says.

"That thing is kind of my boyfriend," Andy replies.

"That thing looks like he's in college, and you're still in high school," Oliver says.

"So, it's really not a big deal," she says, before adding, "I'm just over half a year away from graduating high school and he's only four years older than me. It's not that bad."

Oliver shakes his head. It isn't until that moment that he finally realizes what she's wearing. His jaw drops slightly. "Your father lets you out of the house like that?"

Andy laughs. "It's called a uniform."

"Yeah, well, I think part of yours is missing."

"Well, maybe in your day the women wore skirts down to their ankles, but today, this is what we wear," she replies.

"Yeah, well if you ask me, it's giving way too much access to the likes of that scumbag."

"Boyfriend," Andy reminds him. "And about that, uhh, maybe just don't mention it to my dad."

"Andy," Oliver warns.

She rolls her eyes. "Look, he doesn't exactly know about Tyler, and it would just be easier if it stayed that way."

"Yeah, that's a great idea Andy because then when that scumbag knocks you up and your father finds out I knew about him… yeah, that will go over so well."

"Wow, real blunt there Uncle Ollie."

"Just promise me you won't go see him," Oliver says.

"Fine, I'll tell him I'm busy tomorrow."

"Andy," Oliver warns. "You know what I mean. He's in college and you're in high school. College boys only go after high school girls for one reason."

"I'm not a whore," she says, crossing her arms.

"That's not what I'm trying to say," Oliver says. "I'm just worried about you, and I don't trust him. I think your father deserves to know."

"I'm not a kid anymore. If I want to have sex I will, and I'll have it with whomever I want, whenever I want."

Oliver's mouth drops open. "Andy!"

She shrugs. "Look, here's the deal. I'll get my dad to bring me into the poker game. If I win, you keep your mouth shut. If you win, I'll tell him or you can tell him, whatever. Deal?"

Oliver hesitates. He's never seen Andy play poker before and he isn't sure he should even risk not telling her father, particularly given the man was his T.O.

"Not convinced? Why not ask your cop buddy there what he thinks? He's had enough time to develop a low opinion of me, so I'm pretty sure he doesn't have an issue with it."

Sam looks up in surprise. He's been standing on the path leading up to the house the entire time, but not once had she looked at him, until now. He was positive she didn't even know he was there, but clearly he'd been wrong. "None of my business," he says, holding up his hands.

Andy laughs. "Yeah, I'm definitely getting in on this game. Your friend here, Uncle Ollie, doesn't seem like a risk-taker."

Sam frowns. The look on her face suggests she was challenging him, and having a beautiful young woman challenge him is hard to resist. He has to remind himself that she's seven years younger than him and that's kind of wrong at the moment, especially given the fact that she's a cop's daughter, Detective Tommy McNally's no less.

"His name is Sam Swarek," Oliver says.

"Yeah, I've heard about you," Andy says, laughing a little as she ignores the confusion on the man's face. She hesitates, then holds out her hand. When she sees Sam hesitate as well, she says, "Don't worry, my hand wasn't anywhere Uncle Ollie wouldn't approve of."

Sam's eyes widen slightly, but he says nothing. It takes a lot of effort to hold back the laughter that threatens to spill out at her declaration.

"Andy," Oliver hisses. "When did you become so vulgar?"

She drops her hand before speaking. "Oh, I'd say sometime between my so called mother leaving and scumbag's arrival," Andy says, smirking. "Too much?"

"Your father's okay with it?" Oliver asks, ignoring her question.

Andy rolls her eyes. "Vulgar is for my boyfriend you're so fond of… The big guy is oblivious. He still treats me like I'm nine half the time." Before Oliver can respond, Andy says, "So back to business… I'm just going to say we have a deal, and I'll see you inside." With that she hugs Oliver and kisses his cheek before opening the door and stepping inside.

Oliver closes the door behind her and turns back to Sam. "What do you think?"

"That's Tommy McNally's daughter?" Sam says. He knows it's ridiculous to say, but she's not what he expected. She has a lot of fire and she's clearly a little rebellious, but he senses that underneath the attitude she's probably also really kind as well. It's the fire that danced in her eyes though that caught his attention the most.

Oliver chuckles. "Yeah buddy, so you'd better be careful or she'll wrap you around her finger too."

Sam frowns. Ignoring the comment, he says, "I don't know what you should do. That guy is clearly out for one thing and I don't think it's going to end well, but is it your place to tell her dad?"

"Alright, poker it is, and only time will tell," Oliver says, exhaling deeply as he slaps his friend on the back.