*
Will:You know, your blowjobs have ruined me
Shannon:…are you drunk?
Will:No. Nostalgic.
Shannon:While also being drunk?
Will:No.
Will:But I am thinking about your mouth on my cock
Shannon:Seems unwise
Will:Trust me, so unwise.
Shannon:You know what’s amusing about your balls?
Will:Amusing?
Will:I don’t think amusing is the word I’d go with, but please, share.
Shannon:They’re aging well. They’re in good shape for an old man like you. They haven’t given up yet. You know, all those white hairs make it a distinguished dick. Like George Clooney.
Will:Come on. You say that to all the boys.
Shannon:Erroneous
Shannon:Are you thinking about my mouth on your balls now?
Will:Nah, I’m not into that
Shannon:And how do you know I’m not?
Will:I know how freaky you are
Shannon:Oohhhh so you know me now? Like, you understand my wants, desires, and dreams?
Shannon:Be honest: are you actually a fortuneteller? Instead of reading palms, you read pussy? Is that a commando tactic?
Will:Dudes are exactly as freaky as their women let them be.
Shannon:Don’t intend to alarm you or anything, but I’m not your woman.
Will:Ahhhhh peanut. You have ruined me.
*
Shannon:This Chicago thing isn’t going to happen
Will:Cute
Shannon:Excuse me?
Will:I find that statement cute. Like unicorns and fairies and other imaginary bullshit
Will:Explain to me why this isn’t going to happen
