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“What?! How does that even happen?”

“That was honestly the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

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Where → Dria’s place

When → Sunday, March 17 @ 9:00 pm

Who → Key Burke & Teddy Smith

Tags → @janasbasura

What was the point of forty year olds if you couldn’t fuck them? Teddy had been stuck in conversation with the originator of the paint drying metaphor for the last thirty minutes and was sure he was going to die. He’d tried once to engage him in the theory of goldfish being some kind of alien and actually where that fucking saying about the fish and the water and being out of the closet and shit came from. Only the bloke had just looked at him like he’d grown two heads and Teddy was completely certain that a certain head definitely wasn’t fucking growing. He’d never met the human personification of cardboard before, and really he should consider himself lucky that he was getting this privilege. But he was too fucking bored and uncomfortable in the suit Dria had bribed him into that he didn’t really feel like giving thanks to the cardboard Gods for bestowing their leader upon him.

“Mate! I didn’t think you were gonna make it!” he called across the room, no idea who he was fucking saying it to but taking that as his cue to carefully extract himself from Mr Cardboard and clap the first person he came across on the shoulder from behind. “Look mate, you’re gonna have to pretend we’re best buddies for the next thirty seconds and if you’re under forty I’ll suck whatever it is you like sucking. You want some toe action? You’re in luck cause I’ve been craving some toes recently.”

He didn’t have any fucking clue what this person looked like or who they were. Or if they even had toes honestly. Only that there was a younger looking head of curls that were pleasing to his eyes and quite frankly even though he was technically joking, he’d rather suck some fucking toes than spend another ten seconds in that conversation. He was pretty sure the bloke had commented on the fucking weather, like you couldn’t just Mean Girl it and feel your left tit to figure out the weather. Dria owed him for this imagination killer of a party, and he was insulted it was even being referred to as a fucking party to be honest.