"We’re at the gay bar!"
"You did not just yell that." Greg was already half past smashed. It shouldn’t have been all that surprising really.
"Woo, hoo! Gotta love the gay bar."
"Shut up, Greg. Man, I can’t take you anywhere."
"We could just go home, and you could fuck me into the mattress."
"You’d pass out before I got your pants off."
"Would you like to test that theory?"
The End
fiction by juneprota