Harlow: Okay, so while that makes sense, now he’s asking if the kitty is thirsty? Thirsty for what…
Jesus Christ.
She’s gonna fucking kill me.
Waylon: For his CUM, Harlow. He’s asking if you want to fuck him.
Harlow: I told you I was bad at this!
Waylon: And I told you he was a creep.
Harlow: Because he wants to fuck me?
I growl.
Waylon: He wants to fuck anyone who will fuck him. Not the type of guy you should be with.
Harlow: And what is my type?
Waylon: I don’t know but you have higher standards than that.
Harlow: Maybe I wanna lose my virginity and get it over with so I don’t sound like a prepubescent girl around these men.
Waylon: Your first time should be special, not just some rando on a dating app looking to get his dick wet.
Harlow: I’m tired of waiting.
Waylon: You’re only 20. You can’t even buy alcohol, so I’d hardly say you’ve been “waiting” a long time.
Harlow: And how old were you when you lost yours?
Waylon: Again, we’re not talking about me.
Harlow: Was your first time “special”?
Waylon: You don’t want me answering that.
Harlow: Why not? Tell me. I can handle it. I’m not a CHILD.
Waylon: Harlow, drop it.
Harlow: Why can’t you just tell me how old you were?
Waylon: Because it’ll make things awkward so let’s change the subject.
Harlow: Or we could play hot and cold. I’ll guess your age and you tell me if I’m getting close or not.
Waylon: No.
Harlow: 15?
Waylon: I’m not playing.
Harlow: 16?
Waylon: Stop guessing.
Harlow: 17?
