“Can’t stay mad at you, dawg. Not when you supply pie,” he said, with a wink.
Oliver chuckled—the sound resonating through Abe’s entire nervous system.
“Nice place, Darling. You did a good job with decorating and shit,” JD said, between mouthfuls of pizza.
“Decorating and shit?” Marcus asked, mockingly.
“What? I’m not on fucking Queer Eye,” JD replied, shrugging, beer still teeter-tottering on his knee.
“What’s Queer Eye?” Ghost asked, clearly confused. He’d made his way over from the kitchen, plate in hand, and was leaning against a wall as he ate.
“Gay TV show,” JD said.
“Like dudes kissing?” Carlos asked, even more confused than Ghost.
“You mean porn,” Ghost said, trying to be helpful.
“No, it’s like—these five guys go in and they give makeovers and renovate and stuff,” JD explained.
“And you watch this regularly?” Oliver asked, curious.
“Fuck off,” JD muttered, chugging his beer.
“Religiously,” Aberlour corrected, toasting his beer against Oli’s.
“So, there are no dudes kissing?” Carlos asked for further clarification.
“Not really,” JD said.
“Ah! Then there is some gay kissing, just limited amounts of it?” Marcus asked, teasingly.
“Fuck off!” JD growled.
“I’m confused,” Ghost said.
“I’m curious,” Carlos confessed.
“Bi-curious?” Oliver asked jokingly.
Carlos shot him the finger.
Then there was a beat of silence, everyone ate and drank, and something hung mid-air—
“No, really, I’m curious. Any way we can watch that shit?” Carlos asked, and suddenly, everyone was on the move, jockeying for a position in front of the TV.
Carlos sat on the floor at Aberlour’s feet, Ghost right next to him. JD stayed parked in the Chesterfield and had angled it so he could watch TV. All eyes were now glued to the screen.
“Damn—that’s a fresh beard!” Marcus commented admiringly.
“Really made a difference, didn’t it?” Carlos said, clearly amazed.
“Think it does the same thing to pubes?” JD inquired.
“What?” Oliver asked, looking baffled.
“Like, do you think a good pube trim can make your dick look longer?”
“Is that a concern of yours?” Oliver asked, trying to keep a straight face, humour glimmering in his eyes.
