"Interesting." "Not the word I'd've chosen, but yes. Very interesting," Ben said and continued to stare. "Guess they really do things differently in German bars," Matt choked out. "Oh, man, I can't --" He half-turned, made another noise in the back of his throat. "Not just German bars, my friend, but German gay bars. Which your PA dragged us to, I might add." Ben stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "I must admit, though, this is very educational." "That's not education, that's porn. Right in front of us, man." Matt turned back and quickly closed his eyes. "Did he just...?" "That he did," Ben answered, and made a face. "Makes you wonder. I mean, what semen would taste like mixed with tequila like that." "Oh no." Matt backed up a step and held up his hands. "No fucking way are we..." "I didn't say us, idiot. Just wondered." "Go ask one of them, then." "I think they're having too much, um, fun to talk to me." "And you don't speak German." "And I don't speak German." Ben finally looked away from the small crowd and shook his head. "Guy looks like he gives great head, I'll tell you that much." "Thanks for that." "And I may never view body shots in the same way." Matt shuddered. "We're also never coming back to this bar." "And miss this fine choice of entertainment?" "You," Matt pointed, "might be entertained. I'm --" "Well?" "Disturbed." "So I suppose this means you don't want to --" "Ben, if you even think about finishing that sentence, you're sleeping alone."
|