“No, you can’t. But I can’t promise I won’t fall over in general at some point tonight. I shouldn’t have worn heels, but I figured I ought to be fancy.” Terry chuckled at the prospect of her looking more like Zach than his own triplet brother did. “We make the same faces and we both have dimples. We’re practically twins already.”
“I’m sorry about your boyfriend. I think you’re pretty charming, though. Have you tried seducing any boys lately? You could be better than you know,” Terry offered, waggling her eyebrows. She groaned a second later, pressing her face on the counter. “Please help me. I need to get laid!” she exclaimed, sitting back up to see a creepy older man nearby the pair looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Terry rolled her eyes, glaring at him.
“Aw, but you’re rarely ever sweet. I want to take advantage of this for as long as I can,” she insisted.
“Maybe you should just take them off now before everything starts going wrong. Because I feel like it’s not going to take very long until you’re falling head over tits.” With a snort, he nodded because even if he did have the exact same face as Max, he and Terry had matching dimples which made all the difference in the world. “It’s alright, I honestly don’t blame him for deciding to cut me out his life as I was the shittiest boyfriend anyone could ever have. But no, I haven’t really tried it on with anyone. I think I’ve lost my charm because I can’t remember how to flirt with boys.” For a moment, he dramamtically put his face in his hands and groaned before looking back up and glaring at the man Terry was looking at. “Fuck off, I’m always sweet.”
