02-24-2023, 12:03 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-24-2023, 12:05 AM by Andre DuBois.)
“Onee?” he tried out the word but it tangled on the tongue.
“Chup-a-kab-ray” he tried also. He shut his trap afterward. It was a stupid word anyway.
“Workin?” Whatcha do? Do you get dental?” he smirked at Mik. Clearly not buying the girl’s bullshit. He’d heard enough whoppers in his day.
“Ain’t nothing about them that was normal, sweetheart,” he sniffed at that. The words tumbled out of her mouth like other people ordered coffee. Andre shook his head.
He laughed at the compliment.
“When I moonlight, it’s somewhere far fucking nicer than that ass-stink-hole. I’m going to pretend sewers don’t exist here on out and our turds end up floating in lake like proper logs. No fucking way,” he shivered.
But Tens was all kind of wrong about the reason they were there. Not going to lie, he saw the way MIk looked him over. It felt good. And Andre may have lingered in the towel just for that purpose. May have slipped it a little lower on the hip. Just to fuck with him.
“Not a date, darling. I’m married,” he held up his left hand. There was no ring, but he flicked his fingers anyway.
Dark gaze flicked to Mik briefly. Wondering how he would respond. Surprised? Probably.
“Alright you gotta tell me what that accent is. It’s like Indian or something, but I don’t know,” directed at the girl.
“Chup-a-kab-ray” he tried also. He shut his trap afterward. It was a stupid word anyway.
“Workin?” Whatcha do? Do you get dental?” he smirked at Mik. Clearly not buying the girl’s bullshit. He’d heard enough whoppers in his day.
“Ain’t nothing about them that was normal, sweetheart,” he sniffed at that. The words tumbled out of her mouth like other people ordered coffee. Andre shook his head.
He laughed at the compliment.
“When I moonlight, it’s somewhere far fucking nicer than that ass-stink-hole. I’m going to pretend sewers don’t exist here on out and our turds end up floating in lake like proper logs. No fucking way,” he shivered.
But Tens was all kind of wrong about the reason they were there. Not going to lie, he saw the way MIk looked him over. It felt good. And Andre may have lingered in the towel just for that purpose. May have slipped it a little lower on the hip. Just to fuck with him.
“Not a date, darling. I’m married,” he held up his left hand. There was no ring, but he flicked his fingers anyway.
Dark gaze flicked to Mik briefly. Wondering how he would respond. Surprised? Probably.
“Alright you gotta tell me what that accent is. It’s like Indian or something, but I don’t know,” directed at the girl.