Sometimes you’d see them curled up together, sometimes they’d squabble and chase each other… there was always something going on. “Hell, we pretty much know why it happened too. Do we all know the stakes?”
“I’m ready,” Brian answered. What happened, way back when, that gave you your social anxiety?”
“Hey, that’s kinda…” Brian interjected, giving Kelly a nervous glance as he handed her another cereal bar. “You, uh, I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“For a while I guess I tried to convince myself of some of it,” Brian admitted. “Whose turn was it, like, who’s asking who next?”
“No more turns tonight,” Brian said, letting out a heavy sigh. “Thanks, I think,” he said, slipping the leather shoulder-holster rig back on over his bare skin. “You’re perf-, uh, you’re just, ah, just fine the way you are.”
“Well, hey, it’s late. “…Do you really understand what you’re asking me to do?” He asked. I’m naturally sexy, but being able to put on this slinky costume, with her wig and stupid face paint… I was more, I was… pickin’ up her little mannerisms and mimicking her stupid accent just like Sarah coached me. Formerly private, they belonged all to Brian now. Are you gonna back out now, after she worked up the courage all night to ask you that?
