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Eyes being diverted from his glass in hand to the woman sliding into the spot next to him, Pete very quickly understood the situation and without missing a beat, he leant into the woman as if she’d just whispered something under her breath and very obviously made eyes at the man. “What’s that, babe? You’ve found someone you want to peg tonight? Fuck yes, finally we get to do the human centipede!” He spoke loud enough so the other dude could hear, pounding a fist excitedly on the bar. Making over exaggerated bedroom eyes to the creep, it was almost comical how fast the man swiped up his drink and moved away from the pair before Pete turned back to the woman. “If that doesn’t answer your question - totally cool with you using me if you ever feel unsafe, I got you”.
She knew this conversation was going to be good. Knowing that it was the Pete Davidson she was conversing with. Tinashe had been a fan of him for years and had grown fond of seeing him on SNL every Saturday night. When she heard what Pete had come up with, she couldn’t help but laugh. A laugh that lasted way longer than it was intended to. “How’d you know I was into that human centipede shit AND pegging? Tonight outta be a blast! You’re spoiling me, babe.” Tinashe replied with a smile as she flashed a wink at him to say thank you. “I knew you would be the best guy for this shit. I can’t thank you enough. Embarrassingly enough, I’ve been a fan of you for years and I’m thrilled to meet you.” She commented. “I’m Tinashe, by the way.”
