All right, big guy, down you go."

Oh,yeah. Bed. Bed was good.

"And look who's here. It's Nurse Vishous.

I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called

The guy stroked his goatee. "What do you call twenty guys watching the world series?"
"The New York Yankees," Butch replied.

You want to poof it or ride back with me?

V rolled the Aquafina bottle between his palms. "How long have you wanted to ask me the question? About the gay thing."
"For a while."
"Afraid of what I'd say?"
"Nope, because it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I'm tight with you whether you like males or females or both."
V looked into his best friend's eyes and realized… yeah, Butch wasn't going to judge him. They were cool no matter what.
With a curse, V rubbed the center of his chest and blinked. He never cried but he felt as if he could at this moment.

Butch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. "Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although… if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.