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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 0:36:13 GMT -5
Tony's face softened as he watched the ma and he sighed. Now he felt like a total asshole. Sure, this guy had been a jerk, but he definitely didn't deserve the lashing he had just gotten. Tony shook his head and put his hand up to refuse the money. "I don't need it... I paid you for a lap dance, that's what you deserve. That's what a dancer like you should make for every lap dance, if not twice that," he tried with an apologetic smile.
"I'm not really a nice guy. I just... don't like being fucked with. I'm nice enough, I guess. But we all are. I understand the whole assuming shit. We all do it... odn't worry about it. Just next time, ask a homie before you bitch him out. Although in your near future, I may be the onnly guy offering to take you out to dinner with no straings attached. Or dicks, shall I say," he offered, shoving his hands into his pockets, looking down. He moved from in front of the doorway to let the man out.
"Look, I understand we got off on a bad foot. Let's forget about it. You owe me a normal lap dance,and I owe you dinner. Can we call that even? Can I still take you out?" he offered, reaching his hand out formally to the man.
"And by the way, this angry douche bag's name is Tony. It's nice to meet you," he said with a small wink.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 0:53:35 GMT -5
Douglass gave a true smile to the others refusal and words. The flattery worked- he was flattered. He didn't look into what it didn't mean or go negative on him. "I'm usually nice, but I don't like being fucked with so I guess not really. When I'm not accusing people or calling me a whore inadvertedly I'm niceish," he shrugged a bit.
"Just dinner," he said, "no half a grand. I can't get off for another alf hour," he felt giddy all of a sudden. Even if this wasn't a date it was still enough to make his stomach jump. It was the first genuine anyting that he had encountered wit in such a long time. And with someone handsome? Double plus.
"Tony," he repeated and grinned lightly. "I'm Douglass. It was quite nice meeting you. If you'd like I can get you a few drinks on the house while I finish my shift up. Just don't get wasted on me," he smiled gently and glanced to the door. "I really should get out there. Wit the money I'm not making and the time I'm spending in here.. Marty will get suspicious."
Douglass offered a smile and confirmed that half hour "date" before running off to finish his shift. He stayed on the floor- dancing for men on the pole mostly as they shoved fives and ones at him. Usually they added up, but tonight had been slow before Tony had come.
With his shift over Douglass was anxious to get his tip-out, wash his face, get dressed and find Tony. He wore straight legged jeans and a deep red long sleeve shirt, his air ungelled and now just styed to a lightly messy mop on the top of his head. He walked onto the floor to try and find the other.
(I hope you don't mind me skipping ahead some! If so just ignore it! I wasn't sure if playing the waiting game would be useful or now xD)
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 1:05:01 GMT -5
((trust me, it is much appreciated.))
Tony waited out on the floor next to he bar for Douglas. It was really nice to have found somebody that wanted to go out with him. Since Douglas had finished his shift Tony had watched all the pole dances from afar and drank another long island Ice Tea since he had left his own in the room where he had gotten into the fight and yet also made a date. Well, a kind of date. He thought of it as a date for he wasn't paying Douglas for it. They were two men going out to eat, and Tony was certainly going to pay. That was the thing about having money, you liked to show it off. Even if it is on a few beers and pizza at the local italian restaurant.
Tony had slept with most of the strippers at the club, that was true, yet he had only taken one other one on a date. And that had been the star of the show, the Ace. Other than that, this was going to be his first date with someone in over two years. He really had been busy, busy enough to put off all social encounters with people. His eyes sccanned the floor again, for it had been 10 minutes after the 30 Douglass had promised.
Tony did give it to him though that he had to get dressed and freshen up. Even though it would have been nice to take Douglas out in the bright green g-string, he was glad to see the man in actual clothes. A red shrted man caught the corner of his eye, and he smiled big, walking over to Douglass meeting him halfway. He chugged the rest of his drink, not yet feeling the buzz, then set it down on a table, putting oth hands up.
"Ready? I'll drive." he said grabbing his car keys from his pocket.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 8:56:56 GMT -5
Douglass would have been alright going somewhere with Tony in just his stripper outfit. Somewhere like a club or one of their apartments. He nodded when he was asked if he was ready and walked out with Tony. He asked which direction his car was and smiled some just at the sight of it. If anyone took him out- they rode the bus, subway or walked. Not that he got out often with anyone that wasn't his friend. This was a nice change with a nice handsome.. uh, drug dealer.
He was a bit iffy about going out with him and being seen leaving together. Douglass didn't want Marty to get the wrong idea. That disgusting man watched the cameras every single night- watching everything. It's how he had started getting the strippers to do sexual "favors" for him. When he noticed them leaving with a dealer- whether it was Tony or someone else, he manipulated them into sucking his dick or allowing him to have his way with them. Douglass knew all about it and he steered clear of leaving with anyone unless it was a fellow stripper. While they had been leaving he kept a casual distance away from Tony and even out to the car.
Once inside he relaxed considerably and looked over to Tony just to get a good view of him. "So where are we going?" He wondered how old this guy was and how old Douglass should be. If he was expected to get drinks- he had to be 22, but if not, perhaps he could be ageless.
"So Tony," he started, " how long have you been dealing? I've seen you lurking around here since I started about ten months ago." Douglass didn't do the hard drugs that Marty bought or the other dealers stiffed and smoked. He did smoke pot- on occasion, and sometimes he would take a line of cocaine if he was looking for a crazy night. "Hm, maybe I should ask something else, but I don't want to get too personal, yeah?" He smiled over to Tony and shrugged some.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 11:35:30 GMT -5
Tony walked straight out to his car. It was a black 2010 Ford Mustang. He unlocked the doors by pressing a button on his keychain, smiling as the lights flashed. Ever since he had gotten the car in 2009, it had been one of his prides and joys. The only thing that could match it was his bachelor pad, but we’ll get back to it later. He noticed the distance Doug held between him as they walked to the car and raised his eyebrow. He wasn’t going to say anything, at least not yet. Personally, it was none of his business.
The inside of his car was red leather interior, with a black rosary necklace over the rear view mirror with a small cross hanging on the edge. Yes, Tony was a catholic although he didn’t often attend church. It was something he was raised around, now held it to his name. He was Italian, of course. Antonio De Luca. His skin was just ever so kissed with the color that he could pull it off. The problem lied in his white mother, taking away the real beauty from him. Mostly he looked Norwegian. Where to radio should have been was a touch screen type computer in which it read Music, Movie, GPS on the screen. He tapped the music button, looking over to Douglas. “What do you listen too?” he offered politely. He wasn’t going to blow him away with something he blasted in his car as he rolled around. The dashboard was black, with a granite finish around the heat and air conditioning control. It even had a button near the cup holders in the middle console to chill them or heat them, depending on your drink.
“I was going to take you to a family owned Italian restaurant just about 10 minutes from here. Sound good? Best pizza I have ever tasted, honestly. Good beers too. Do you drink?” he smiled with a small wink as he shut his door, pushing his key into the ignition and starting the car. The engine revved with horse power, for the engine had been enhanced a year after he bought the car. He backed out of the strip club, the touch screen turning into a camera in the back, showing the street behind him so he could easily back up. As he pulled forward again, the Music setting came back on, with two different options. Itunes and Radio.
He paused to think about how long he had been dealing. It took him a moment to do the math in his head, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he counter. “That would be.... 12 years, I believe,” he nodded glancing over at Douglass. He moved his eyes back onto the road as he contemplated the question Douglass thought he should be asking. “Well, if you’re going to ask if I’m a meth head, I’ll sadly tell you I’m not. I don’t really do drugs. A hit here and there, but nothing that’s going to really hurt me. The worst I do is smoking cigarettes, honestly. And you...?” he asked, wondering if he had maybe a further customer. Though, from where he was at, he much rather just have a friend.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 13:47:06 GMT -5
"Fancy car. Is it just a Mustang or a Shelby GT?" he asked curiously while looking around the interior. It was the most expensive car he had ever been in. His family all owned used-car-dealership cars- some ford some volkswagen. He didn't have a car in the city, just his feet. Gas, insurance, repair, etc., was all far too expensive for his life.
"Hm, I'll have to challenge you to the pizza statement one day. I know a very, very good place not too far from here either. Pizza sounds delicious," he agreed and pat his stomach some. He hadn't eaten since before his shift- he was always starving afterwards. Douglass had a trophyesque body but he sure could inhale food like it was his first and last meal. He had no shame in his appetite. Food just tasted so good- and he liked going to the gym to burn it off and keep his metabolism up. "I could have a few drinks," he said with a nod. "I never really do, though. Between school, my job, homework and all I can't really afford to take off from work or miss an assignment."
"Twelve years, huh? Have you ever been busted?" Douglass watched the city go by as they drove and chatted. This was nice and a much better atmosphere. He didn't have to worry about cameras, Marty, grungy men.. the other strippers. "Smoking cigarettes surely can kill you and hurt you," he said with a knowing nod but there was a smile on his features. Teasing was harmless, right? "No. Once or twice a month things will get hectic and crazy for me so I'll smoke a bowl here and there in my place. I'm not some pothead or meth head or LSD junkie. I've experimented with E and taken some pills before I've smoked and done coke but thankfully I've never gotten addicted. At parties whenever I go and depending on my life scenario I'll maybe have a small line," he shrugged a bit and looked over to Tony. He had seen the city many, many times so the sights were the same. A handsome drug dealer driving a swanky car was definitely new to the eyes.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 14:00:55 GMT -5
"Why thank you, I put a lot of time, and alot of money into this car, really. It's a mustang. I mean, it's no lamboughini, but it's totally my fucking baby," Tony laughed as he patted the steering wheel with one hand. "The only thing it's missing is the Duke's of Hazard horn," he teased, glancing over at Douglass. he glued his eyes back onto the road, moving his hand so it was at the top of the steering wheel, the other arm leaing on the cnsole that seperated the two.
"Well then cool, we'll call it a date," he said, looking over and winking at Douglass. he certainly thought that his pizza place was the best, but if he could get Douglass back into his life again, why not try it out. Tony was really a pizza junkie. He did spend some time working out, all though his six-pack wasn't super steller, it was nice enough. Food was something he enjoyed, and a good italian dish was always worth it. It was something he could enjoy. "School, huh? Wonder what your professors would think about your job. Nice to know you can set down Tender As The Night for a while to grab a beer with me.... how long you been in school?" he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. Tony had been to college, graduated at that. He just hadn't ventured off to find another job because he was perfectly happy with the one he had.
"Of course I've been busted, 12 years. Spent six months in the slammer to find out the one time I was arrested, it wasn't my fault. They let me out with a psank on my ass and told me to not get in trouble. The guy who was really to blame got twenty years. Sure glad I made it out alive," he chuckled with a small shrug. "I was about to become someone's jail bitch, though I don't know if I'd mind," he played, listening to Doug talk about his drug encounters. "Who hasn't tried E while surfing along a gay bar? I mean, at least once," he said with a small laugh. This was much more relaxing then the club, a nice environment. "No, I know what you're talking about. I'll have a line here or there, smoke a bowl once and a while. I mean shit, who hasn't in their life?" he asked shrugging. "So what kind of music do you like?"
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 14:14:28 GMT -5
Douglass smiled at the other confessing his love for his baby. It was understandable, for sure. Douglass's iPod was his baby. Same with his electric beater.
"Oooh, a date it is," he said raising his eyebrows with a grin. He thought about his professors and laughed a bit. "Hm, I'm not sure. I feel like some of them that I've had wouldn't expect anything else from a student, you know? Especially one who is putting themselves through school. They all know what it's like to rub two pennies just to make ends meet. Though, seeing the looks on their faces whether they expect it or not would be priceless." He drummed his fingers on his knee, "This is my second year," he offered up, "I'm majoring in psychology with a minor in art. Most of my classes for psych are online so I can work more. There's no escaping the art classes, though." He smiled a bit at the thought of the college.
"Spank on the ass? That's kinky," he said and gave a sultry wink. "I feel like if I went to jail I'd work my ass off trying to gain respect so if I become anyone's jail bitch I could at least get off on it. I'm sure it's not so black and white though. I'm happy you made it out alive at least."
"Most of my experiments were in junior year high school. Fucking up that badly now would just really make my life shit." He nodded some to himself and relaxed in the seat.
"We should be there soon, right? What kind of drinks do they have? Perhaps I'll splurge and have a few."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 14:24:16 GMT -5
"School sucks, I liked college for the partying," Tony said with a smile. "imagine if one of your professors walked into your work? I dealed once to one of mine. That shits weird," he laughed. He thought about the time one of his professors had asked him for a bag of weed. Surprisingly, he still worked at the college and called Tony regularly. Except, usually the calls weren't to see how Tony was doing. "So psychology? What do you wanna be? Because if you go therapist mode on me, i'll have to go dealer style 'deal or no deal' on your ass," he teased, looking over at the man again. A majoy in psychology, huh? Could he read his mind? Tony was amused by the thought, but deemed it impossible, giving up on the idea. "So how old are you, if you don't mine me asking?"
"Yeah I had mother fuckers threatening me with shanks and shit. It sucked. Jail sucks. I did my time in Los Angelos though, where all the real gang violence was. That was a mistake, had only been over there on... what, a business trip I guess you would call it," he smiled. His jail time felt like such a small part of his past, yet he could remember it like it was yesterday. He had been quite a bit younger, too. "That's where I learned to keep my mouth shut. If you were in my jail, i'd use all my power to make you my jail bitch... you'd be the most attractive man there," he smiled with an cocky look to his face.
"Yeah, I remember high school. I was kind of a pot head, I guess you could say," he smiled. "I didn't start dealing till after high school though. My parents would've killed me if I didn't at least get a B in all my classes," he said, hittin the radio button on the touch screen.
"Yeah, few minutes. They have just about everything, full abr. It's on the house, hun. Get what you want," he offered with another wink. He was such a flirt tonight, he had noticed about himself. "They do beer, soda, cocktails, whatever really."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 14:49:35 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what I want to do with the major. I like cafes and have always wanted to own some awesome one that people go to to work on their laptops and sit on the couch and shit," he shrugged a bit. "Maybe a therapist. I think that has a lot more schooling and that's money I don't see building up in my g-string magically." He chuckled a bit. "Uh, I'm nineteen," he then confessed. He had wanted to keep his age a secret only because this man seemed a lot older than him by age and by mind. Some minds could be at the set of a fifteen year old when the body was forty. Experience created wise people that acted older than they were.
"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind being your jail bitch. With all that meat you're packing and that handsome face. Mmm, I'd be your jail bitch for life. I'd make sure I could stay in jail just for that. Mhm. Get me some good physical jail lovin'," Douglass grinned and let out a laugh, scanning the other's cocky expression.
"And how old are you? Wait let me guess. You didn't deal in high school. So I'm guessing you were eighteen when you graduated depending on your birthday. Hmmm. Thirty?" He grinned a bit, "Look at me, hanging out with an old fogie," he teased with a light laugh.
"Hun, hm? Alright hotstuff, I'll get whatever I so please. You can't judge me if I eat like a pig. I haven't eaten since earlier today." Douglass hoped he would accidentally get drunk on the other. His stomach was completely empty- one drink could give him a pleasant, or more, buzz if he had it before he ate.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 15:06:30 GMT -5
"That sounds really coo. I'd love to come to your cafe sometime, to sit on your couch and shit of course," Tony teased playfully. "I don't know if there are a lot of establishments that do that or not. You could be the first, start a new movement!" he chuckled to himself. "I know, I'm not funny. Anyway, yeah therapy does take a lot of school. They think they're doctors or something since they talk about feelings. I'm not very good with feelings, which is why I didn't ever do well in group projects when I took psych 101 in college," he stated, thinking about the boys age. "Younger then I thought, honestly. Well, it's not illegal for me to take you on a date because you're over 18, what a relief," he smiled, looking over at the boy.
"Well shit dude, you're gonna give me a cell in my pants if you keep talking like that," Tony smiled, shaking his head slightly. "I'd love for you to be my jail bitch, especially when I get to watch you drop the soap, man I'd make you scream my name so loud that China would know why I'm in prison," he teased, raising his head a little bit, trying to look more professional, even if he were talking about jail bitches.
"God, ouch. I sound so old when you say it like that. You should be one of the carnival junkies that guesses ages," he said, thinking about his age. "You hit the nail on the head, I was hoping I could pull off 26, at least. I had one very sad lonely birthday when I turned 30 and realized I haven't done shit with my life. Then I ordered Chinese."
"Fill up your stomach to your hearts desire, I've got it," Tony said as he parked the car in the makeshift parking lot. He got out of his car after turning it off, walking around the side of it, opening the door for Doug. "I'm quite the pig myself."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 15:20:28 GMT -5
Douglass reached over and gave the other a half hearted shrug. "Shut your face. You know what I meant!" He grinned nonetheless, though, not taking it literally. "I'll have Charmin sponsor me. Best expensive and soft toilet paper in the country. Some even smell like some freshness or minty or something. One time I was in New York for a class trip and we were in the city and found the Charmin bathrooms. It was pretty neat. They sang and the bathrooms were painted all cool like. Maybe I'll just open a bathroom store where people can piss and take shits for a fee. I don't think I'd make much, though. People like to shit for free." He pushed forth a pout then shrugged.
"Don't tip me off, or I'll make tonight agonizing for your ears but delightful for your groin," he warned with a sly smirk grazing his lips. Though, he would end up tantalizing both of them. Thinking about the other's meat package would be enough to get Douglass off. He'd try and save it for his hand tonight. Perhaps bring out his dildo and just have at it- it's been a while since he's treated himself to all of that. Hand and plastic mold. He bit on his lip some and glanced down to Tony's crotch just briefly, shaking his head and looked away fast.
"Old fogie," he repeated with a grin. "Well you gave me tips, see. You told me you've been dealing for twelve years and that you didn't deal in high school. You look twenty five. So I was hoping you were thirty and not too much older. Still, what an old fart," he laughed some. "I'm pretty much jailbait, though. I hope that's alright. If it helps I turn twenty in two months."
It was lovely when the door was opened for him. He had been about to open it himself though stopped when he saw Tony rounding the car. He got out and thanked the man. "Good. I hate when I go out to eat with someone and they still only order the soup or a salad. Granted, some places have A+ ceasar salads but damn, eat a burger and have at it."
Douglass walked inside of the building with the other- a constant light smile at least within his features. He was having more fun than he had expected to be having. A definite change for him at night. It beat going home, making mac and cheese, doing home work then sleeping. "You order what I want. I'm going to trust you with my pizza since you like it here so much." He usually didn't let people order for him, he actually hated it, but this was just pizza and he was willing to try pretty much anything on it. "No anchovies," he then remembered, "gross."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 15:43:13 GMT -5
Tony busted up laughing at the thought, shaking his head quickly. "I love it! I don't think I'd pay to take an heavenly shit, but I'm sure other people would. You could base your shop in Manhattan where all the rich folks live, maybe they'd like to be serenaded while dumping a load," the matter was purely dosgusting, but Tony was a guy, what else could you expect. Men liked to talk about banging and shitting, which is two things they had already covered that night. "Now if only you could get one of those charmin bears that wears the shirts on the commercials to come in, you'd be set."
Tony couldn't help but elt his eyes briefly wander to look at Doug's package. he had already established the fact that he didn't want this to go anywhere tonight, yet he could just looke for a bit, couldn't he? He sucked in his breath for a moment and cleared his throat. "Yeah jolly good time I guess you could say... I bet I'd have a migrane after hearing you scream, I'm sure. You look like you have a set of lungs, and I have the dick to fill it out," he bit his lip after it escaped his lips. Boy, was it getting hot in there? he gulped down any other dirty comments he had floating around, letting out a breath. He always had his best friend his hand if the evening paned out nicely.
"I know, I'm freaking dinosaur old!" TOny teased. "You should have seen the triceratops I rode when I was a kid. Clifford the big red dog my ass. I should have had my own show. Except we didn't have TV or electricity. Fuck, I hplayed with sticks and dirt as a child," he played along with the old kick. He knew 30 wasn't terribly old, but it was old enough to still be a bachelor. "You are jailbait, yeah. But not enough to throw me in a cell. The only way I'm getting arrested tonight is, wow I don't want to scare you," he said with a wide smile.
"Uhm, yeah. That drives me absolutely crazy about women!" Tony said closing the doo r ebhind Doug. He locked the car door from his keychain, and started for the restaurant, keeping in pace with Doug. "I can usually round off a meal and a half, but hey, I'm a pretty big guy," he said motioning to himself. "I prefer when people eat a lot because it makes me look like less of an elephant, although not completely."
Tony sat down at a table, motioning for Douglass to join him, waiting for the waitress to come around. "Is there anything you won't eat? Like do you like meat over vegtables or soemthng?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Pizza, my friend, is a very delicate process. If I order something you don't like, you may never eat it again!"
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 15:59:15 GMT -5
"Women? Oh, hm, I'm sure they do it, too. I've been out with guys that do the same thing. I'm just sitting there like alright, I'll finish my burger, potatoes, shake, cole slaw and reach for dessert while you claim to not be able to finish a garden salad. It annoys the crap out of me. Especially when they drone on about how ugly or fat they are and how they shouldn't eat for the next three days. No, bitch, you're fucking your body up so eat a god damn meal." He shook his head, a mad blush appearing on his cheeks when he realized he had ranted. Probably sounding like a snob jackass all over again.
As they sat down he shrugged, "No fish on my pizza. I love meat, but a vegetable here and there is alright. Like green peppers, I like green peppers. One time I've had pizza where they have pasta on top of it or lasagna. It's hard to eat but holy shit is it delicious. It makes me drool just looking at it," he let out a low groan and shook his head. He was making himself more and more hungry just by talking about it.
"I do have a set of lungs," he then piped up, "the cell block next to you would have a migraine from the work you do to me. I have a feeling you know how to use what you own. Which that is always a plus," he lowered his lashes and let out a slow grin to the other. "And the only way you'll get arrested is if you bend me over outside by the dumpster and fuck my brains out. My screams will sound like pain to any unknowing ear and you'll get accused of taking advantage of little ol' me." Douglass bit on his lip after licking it briefly. He should really stop edging this conversation on further.
"I don't think anything can ever stop me from eating Pizza. I can eat it for every meal all my life, I'm sure. I've thrown it up before in some state that had bad cheese and meat and I ate it just a day or two after that. Fear not, I can be your pizza devouring friend for life."
When the waitress came to take their drink order Douglass asked for some lemonade and vodka mix and water with lemon. He didn't like straight up whisky on the rocks or even rum on the rocks- and something fruity and blended just made him feel like a pussy.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 16:23:16 GMT -5
Tony nodded, copletely agreeing with this kid. "Tell me about it, I hate drama queens like that. I was going out with this one guy who finished half a salad and three bites of a burger, then puked it all up in the bathroom before we left. Class? No," he said shaking his head. "I feel like you should eat to fill yourself up, not constantly worry about your weight. And shit, it it's that big a deal go to the fucking gym already! It's no big deal, really," he said shrugging slightly. "People these days... everyone thinks they're a top model. I bet even Tyra could put back the chicken wings," he insisted.
Tony crossed his legs under the table in attempt to hide his edging friend. He did not have a full boner, but he could sure feel the blood moving down there extremely quickly without his permission. He let out a small groan under his breat, hopefully quietly enoug that Doug wouldn't hear. "Well all the while, what if the police wanted t join in with us? I don't think I'd let them, I'd be so busy plowing into you so you made a graffitti painting all over the grabage can with your..." Tony paused for amoment, he had been talking very quietly so only Doug would hear, then he winked at the man, trying to supress his growing hunger. And it wasn't for food.
"Well look at that, I made a friend. If I ever feel lonely at home and just feel like having auce drip down my face-" and other things? "-I'll be sure to call you up so we can go out and fill ourselves to the brim with cheese, meat and sauce. They have great sauce here too," he said, folding his fingers together resting them on the table.
"That sounds totally delicious," Tony admitted, thinking about the dream pizza. As the waitress came around, asking for drinks, Tony looked over the menu. "Can we get a deep-dish meat lovers with green peppers on it? And what do you have on tap?" he took a moment, listening to the waitress list off the beers. "I'll have a pale ale, please." he smiled off looking over at Douglass. He put the menu down, the waitress picking it up off the table. As she walked away to put in their order, he nodded at Doug. "Nice choice."
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