, one more addiction

[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

SENIOR was a scary thought. He was a senior. As in his last year. As in next year he’d be forced to become apart of the ‘real world’. As in he was not ready for that and completely shit-scared. He was certain he wasn’t the only senior feeling like that. It was easy to hide in the safe little bubble of opportunities that was Emerson. Enjoy the chance just to dance without worry of making a living (not that William particularly ever had to worry about that, or well, until his trust fund ran dry..) or getting that one big break. The place really was a safe-haven for artistic types. Next year though, he’d have to deal with the harsh industry of the dance world. His best hope, really, was to get offered a spot in a company. Still though, he had the whole year to fret about that.

THE young man had been trying to work out what the best way to wake up for his eight am dance class would be. Out of all the options available, he’d widdled it down to just two. Either get up and go for an energising run before class or coffee; lots and lots of coffee. It was really actually way too early in the year to be so lazy, and yet.. William found himself opting for the second option. Sure, he’d set his alarm to get up early enough for a run the night before, but when it came down to it, he’d found he was just far too happy in bed for that silliness. So coffee it was. Thank god the coffee cart opened early. That’s all he could say. It had been a god-send during his first three years, and he would be willing to put money on the notion it would continue to be this year.

WILLIAM had long since gotten over the horror of wearing tights in public. Honestly, he could handle a few odd stares just for the sheer convenience of not having to change his clothes once he got to class. Besides, his legs looked freakin’ fantastic, if he didn’t say so himself. Tights showed off his lean muscles in a rather fine way. So what if they made him look a tad bit like a homo? Alright—so William did mind. Or well he minded people tormenting him. He was dealing though. It was too hot for the track-pants he usually wore. It always was for the first two weeks of school while the weather was still warm. But whatever, they were just jealous of his buttocks.. or something. Pfft.

OPENING his satchel, William pulled out his wallet. Watching as the grumpy barista set about making his caramel whip macchiato. It wasn’t as good as Starbucks (the best place on earth..), but it was still rather tasty. It was really amazing there was decent coffee on campus. Not that it would stop him from drinking it as he was rather addicted. He’d just complain a lot more about the lousy taste while he did so. William really wasn’t the sort to get used to ‘slumming it’ on any respect. Even when it came to a simple thing like coffee. He liked things to be good. Was that such a crime? He didn’t think so.

WITH a wink in the direction of the poor tired barista, William swapped his coffee for cash. Telling her to keep the change as he turned to move away. The strong aroma filled his nostrils as he raised the disposable mug to his lips. He loved that smell. Or really, anything that smelled of coffee. William liked to think that it was a much more healthy addiction. As apposed to drugs or drinking. Though that was really just what he told himself. He knew that caffeine in the large quantities he was accustomed wasn’t exactly healthy. Not that it was stopping him. Not at all. Smiling, he sipped the hot liquid. Hm. Heaven.

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[reese]

No one in their right mind took an eight AM class, Reese Miles. That was pure lunacy. Being alive and kicking at eight in the morning was on of the many reasons so many people hated high school. Why should one be forced to open their eyes and their brains before ten? Really, Reese was surprised she had ever even stayed awake through a first period class when she was sixteen. That had been so long ago though, she couldn’t even remember what classes she’d taken. But just because no sane person took a class that early didn’t mean that there was no one awake.

There were several types of people who were awake at this hour. Professors and administrators, idiots who took classes this early, freshmen, people coming home from last night’s party and people like Reese who needed supplies for whatever they were working on. In fact, she’d passed several types of these people already this morning as she walked her normal route back from the art supply store. She didn’t have class until noon today so she had decided to get what she needed early (because running out of blue paint was not ideal, nor was running out of 10 x 8’’ canvases when you were in the middle of doing a mini-series to redecorate your apartment with. Especially when that mini-series was going to double as the first big assignment of the semester. Not a good thing.

With her large canvas bag, one she purposely had a fashion design friend stitch together out of a few different totes for the sole purpose of buying art supplies, she made her way toward the coffee cart figuring that since she was already awake she‘d best get a kick to keep going. Nothing else was big enough to carry canvas in, and even with this bag she still had to carry the really big ones. Luckily today she was only weighted down by small ones and a couple of medium size bottles of basic primary paints. It seemed though that she was not the only person who craved caffeine, as she passed by William Bennet before she ever made it close enough to the cart to order.

Turning around quickly, the bag over her shoulder swinging out only to come back and hit her square on the hip (which would have been less painful if she was wearing jeans instead of the skirt she’d picked up off her bedroom floor and pulled on. She hadn’t even showered yet, as she assumed her morning would get her covered in paint anyway and it was easier to clean up after. Hey, at least she didn’t smell funny), Reese back tracked until she was standing at his side. Mid-sip she reached up and took the cup from him, dragging it down to her own mouth to take a drink, grin spread wide across her face.

“Why thank you, William! Such a gentleman!”

[/color] Alright, so she knew he was probably going to skin her alive for snatching his coffee, but it was his fault for being so unaware of his surroundings, was it not? “Just what I was looking for.”[/color] Sipping from the opening in the lid, Reese turned her body away from Will so he’d have to reach to grab it. “By the way buddy, you’re looking slammin’ in those tights. Do they come in gold? Because I so would love a pair of those in gold.”[/color]

Oh yes, it was a good morning.

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

NOW usually William was a gentleman. Very chivalrous and all that hoopla. Except when someone got between him and his coffee. That was when the gloves came off and good manners were forgotten. Especially before eight am in the morning. He could almost be heard whimpering pathetically as the coffee was taken from his hands. Some of the light brown liquid slopping down his chin. Scolding his skin a little. The man didn’t need to look to see who had syphoned away his coffee. There were only very few people who got away with a thing like that, and even less who’d actually try. It was a well known fact that getting in-between William Bennet and coffee was not the smartest idea in the world.

THE suspect pool was narrowed down further as the guilty party spoke. Now he knew for sure it was Reese. Which had been his top suspect if you were interested. Glaring in her direction, he mumbled something in-coherent. Which may or may not have been a string of swear words he wasn’t willing to say out loud. He was pissed, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that swearing at her was probably not the best way to go. Considering they were probably both tired and grumpy. Or well, he was. If she wasn’t… That would be really annoying. Especially considering it meant she actually didn’t need the coffee she was now slobbering in.

MAKING a grab for his coffee, and failing , he tried to ignore her grading comments. He looked good in the freaking tights, and if she was going to mock him, well then… screw her. Or something. He would have been mildly amused at her comment, had she not stolen his coffee. But she had, so he was peeved. And severely lacking caffeine. It was hampering his enjoyment at seeing her too. Normally he liked random meetings with the girl. They were close, he liked her. This morning though, he just wished she’d hand back his coffee and sod off. The poor grumpy bear. He really did need his coffee…

FISHING out his wallet, the boy counted the cash he had left. He honestly didn’t have the energy to fight her for the drink. So he was just going to get himself another. Then make her buy him a coffee some other time. ”Sorry, but your legs just wouldn’t look as hot as mine..” he called, as he headed back to the coffee cart. ”yeah, look can I have another? Some bitch stole mine?” he cast Reese a glare as he said ‘some bitch’. Speaking it a little louder in the hopes she heard him. That’ll learn her…

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[reese]

It was easy to tell that William was not thrilled with Reese’s playfulness. Of course, she expected no different. Messing with his coffee this early in the morning was like opening the gates of hell and trying to summon oogie boogie; it was just uncool. But Reese was always the type to push her luck, especially with people like Will who would take much more push from her before they would ever shove back. Some people just didn’t want to bother with getting properly angry and others just had a high tolerance for certain things (see: dick move). She didn’t know if Will was only this tolerant with her or if he would take crap from anyone. He seemed to bounce back quickly, surely once he had a proper amount of coffee in his system he would drop the moody look and greet her in an appropriate fashion. So she moved away from the attempt to get the cup back, pushing it into her chest and protecting it with her hand.

“I doubt that, Princess. Though you do have some fine legs.”

[/color] Oh, mornings like this one, how Reese would love to have similar ones every day of the week. Now, it wasn’t a happy morning for William but his shoddy attitude was making hers quite brilliant. Why? Well, she was unsure, but mostly she assumed it was because the way he acted when he was grumpy was amusing to her. That and she knew how to push his buttons when he was in a funk like this. Upon hearing him complain to the coffee cart employee that ‘some bitch’ had taken the cup he’d just bought, Reese put on her clueless face and looked around, one hand holding the coffee and the other clutching onto the bag she held at her side. She really needed to sit that thing down for a minute or two. “What bitch? Where? Will, I really think you need to see someone about those hallucinations you’ve been having. One of these days you’re going to come up with a scenario that incriminates someone totally undeserving and innocent.”[/color] Taking another sip from the lip of the cup, she dropped the act as quickly as she had picked it up and crossed over the few steps the male had taken so that she was no longer talking loudly among strangers but instead was only in proper range of her friend.

“Early start? C’mon, I’ll pay you back just as soon as I have a free hand, unless you want to get the cash yourself. But really, that’s frightening territory. Especially in public, you might get arrested.”[/color] Aside from hinting at the fact that her money was in an improper place, Reese didn’t feel like going into specific detail about just where her cash was nestled. She didn’t have any pockets and she was only carrying enough money for the supplies she needed. What she had left was change in dollar bill form, she’d left all the coins behind (because that would be far too uncomfortable). It was certainly enough to cover the coffee charge. In fact, she’d never have even bothered his precious caffeinated beverage if she hadn’t intended to give him the cash back. She wasn’t that sort of cruel.

“I was absolutely serious about the gold tights, Will. Where do you buy them?”[/color]

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

WILLIAM scoffed a little. Delusions? Incriminating the perfectly innocent? Yeah right. Reese Miles couldn’t be innocent if she tried, and they both knew it. If she hadn’t stolen his coffee, there would be something else he could be angry at her for. There always was. The woman was always teasing him. Man. She’d be the death of him, he knew it. Rolling his eyes, he tossed his note onto the counter while his coffee was being made. ”Laugh it up all you like chuckles, but pay back is a bitch..” He eyed her again, as if daring her to ask what the punishment for coffee stealing was these days. Which he wasn’t exactly sure of the answer, but still. He was sure to think of something. Or maybe just keep her guessing. That was a cool punishment.

COLLECTING his second drink, the young man hurriedly took a drink before that one too could be stolen from him. Oh sweet caffeine. He let out a blissful sigh. Sweet sweet soothing coffee, how he loved it. Hugging it closely to his person, he stepped away from the cart. Casting the girl a dubious look as she moved closer to him. If she stole his coffee now, well then that would just be bloody ridiculous now wouldn’t it? Since she already had one. Still though, he was weary of her. You know that whole once bitten, twice shy adage and all. A few more sips though and that would all face. He’d be back to his pleasant, charming self.

AT the comment about her paying for the coffee, but the money not being easily accessible, William smirked. Eyes looking her up and down as he slowed to a stop. He was a male, and she was a girl. A girl he used to be completely intimate with. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander a little at the idea of retrieving her money from wherever it was. Which really could only be a few places since she’d hinted at the indecency of it all. His money was in her bra. It was the logical place wasn’t it? The other indecent place that sprung to mind… well. She wouldn’t put it there now would she? Still smirking to himself, the young man shook his head. ”I’ll pass for now. Tempting offer though. Just consider it my treat. Ah, see look. There was his chivalry returning.

GLANCING at his watch, the young man sighed. Running into Reese had him wanting to skip class. It would have been much more enjoyable to hang out with a pretty girl then go spend two hours dancing. Wow that was a bad start to the year. Not even a month in and he was already considering skipping class. Maybe if they didn’t make them so bloody early in the morning, he might actually want to go. Or well, maybe not. Depends on the day he supposed. Chuckling, he gave a shrug. ”I got these at a dance supply store, not sure what other colours they come in though babe..” He glanced down at her legs for a moment. ”Maybe you could pull them off..” he added with a smirk.

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[reese]

“Oh, sweetheart. Payback isn’t the bitch. You are.”

[/color] She lifted the coffee cup she was now claiming as her own and tilted it a little in his direction as some sort of salute, grin still eating away at her features. Deciding not to further the payback talk, because she knew William would get his ‘revenge’ if he sought it and she already planned on giving him cash for the item she stole as soon as was possible, she instead took to focusing on walking. “I’m not letting you stick your hands in my knickers anyway, thanks for the thought though.”[/color] Such wasn’t to say that she’d never allowed him this pleasure before. It simply was fact. She and William used to date, of course there were moments, if brief, where his hands were in her under things and hers in his. It happened when two consenting adults were in an intimate relationship. But Reese Miles was no whore. There was no way she’d just allow Will to dive into her bra to retrieve a couple of dollars she could easily hand him the next time they saw each other. Hell, she was on her way back to the apartment complex they both lived in, if he was that desperate she could slip the bills under his front door or even find her way inside (because Reese was not dull and, for a long time now, had discovered the spare key to his apartment).

“So you have class?”[/color] She asked, walking in step alongside him so they weren’t standing in front of the cart any longer taking up other people’s space. They didn’t move far before Reese had stopped again. Her bag was weighing her down. Honestly, she almost thought about forcing Will to carry it back to her apartment but making him skip class to do so wasn’t exactly something she was quick to do. She knew how important (and often times expensive) these classes were. And it seemed that Will was all dressed up and ready to go, even if he was an idiot for taking a morning class. Boy. Damn them. Why couldn’t they be helpful when they were needed instead of busy with other things? “You’d think after three years of doing this that you’d be smart enough not to register for something so early. My plans this morning are to steal your coffee, as I’ve done, go home and paint until I see fit, shower, and then go to my noon class. I might even eat and nap. Jealous?”[/color]

There was a flaw in that plan, however. Reese could be good at many things but doing all of that without making a huge mess was not one of her strong points. Organization and cleanliness at the same time? It was like asking the heavens for heavy rain and happy sunshine rainbow time within the span of two hours. It could happen, if you were lucky, but chances were it was just going to rain… all day long. The rest of her morning would probably consist of painting and then trying to scrub paint out of her shirt, off of her hands, out of her brushes and possibly a spot or two on her rub (one would think she would move to the kitchen after having so many drips on the carpet but Reese liked looking out the window as she painted).

“You know what they look like, Willie darling? Incredibly long spanx. Are you hiding a pooch belly you don’t want anyone to see? And quit being a perv. It’s too early in the morning for that behavior.”[/color]

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

WILLIAM frowned. What if he wanted to put his hands down her knickers? Also, she needed a lesson in British slang, because to his ears, she just suggested her money was in her undies. Which, apart from being a little intriguing, he was sure she meant underwear as in bra. Oh the language barrier, making everything so interesting. At least he wasn’t the sort just to assume the first thing. Because that would make him one of those annoying “I live in your country but I wont adhere to your culture at all’ types. Sure, he was still English, and still used all the slang he’d grown up with but he’d also made sure to learn the way Americans talk, so he wasn’t just walking around so ignorant. He hated when people did that.

SCREWING up his nose, William pouted slightly. Here he was, the poor kid, going off to an early morning dance class and his dear friend was being just so horrid and teasing him with her bloody amazing morning plans. Mm. A nap and a feed. William could almost feel himself sighing in longing. He hadn’t had breakfast at all. It was too early for his digestive system. Besides, dancing on a full stomach wasn’t all that wise. He would love some food though. A big fatty mc-fat fat breakfast. Bacon, Eggs, Sausages, hash-brown. Oh man. That would be so good. ”yes…” he agreed with a nod. ”So jealous I can’t see straight.” He smirked slightly, offering her a wink. He was jealous, but maybe he was over-reacting just a tad. Or was he?

IN fact, he was growing more and more tempted to skip class, and crash Reese’s morning plans. It was really so tempting. Not just because he was tired and didn’t want to go to class, but because she could consider it her payback for stealing his coffee. Having to feed him and entertain him all morning. Though, she may actually like his company. She had said she wanted to paint though. So he really wasn’t sure if that was a punishment or not. Mm, well, either way it was really bloody tempting. Good thing they weren’t still dating, or he wouldn’t have to think twice about it. Maybe that’s why they split? Just couldn’t keep his mind on study when he had a honey.

SHAKING his head, the young man let out a sigh. ”Woman, stop ragging on my tights or I wont get you any for Christmas” He gave her a playful nudge as he spoke. We was getting a little tired of all the teasing. After all, a boy’s patience only spread so far. Checking his watch, he sighed. ”Screw class... What’s for breakfast?” The British man wiggled his eyebrows rather suggestively. As though more then food might be on his mind.

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[reese]

Reese knew what she was talking about. She also knew that William would either correct her or judge her mentally and wag a finger in his mind. But, to be perfectly honest, Reese didn’t care. Will could correct her wording in his head all she wanted but until she was some sort of creative writing major or she was abroad she felt no need to properly use slang. It was just that, wasn’t it? Slang. It wasn’t proper anyway. Reese had a tendency to string words of all types together to get her point across, including slang from all over the world. America was the melting pot, wasn’t it? Why couldn’t she boil down all the words she’d ever heard and use them in the way she saw fit? Knickers were under things, and Reese considered her bra an under thing. It was always going to be as simple as that. She didn’t give it much thought though, what William thought, and instead focused on the words that he had actually chosen to speak to her instead of the ones she knew he was mentally scolding her with.

“I’m certain that’s the case,”

[/color] She shook her head, hiking her bag further up her shoulder before taking another drink from the styrofoam cup she had filtched from Will. Really, Reese needed to start heading back to her apartment. If she was really going to cook herself breakfast she’d need to get a start on it. She needed to change her clothes (because getting paint on the skirt she was wearing was just out of the question) and set up her easel by the window in her living room instead of the one in her bedroom. For someone as messy and unorganized as Reese was this was a task in and of itself.

“Would you really get me some for Christmas? I’d love you until the end of time.”[/color] Reese wouldn’t really call what she was doing teasing. Instead she’d like to leave it at playing around. Will had to know she wasn’t serious. She knew what was underneath his tights, as she’d seen it all before, there was no pooch belly to speak of at all. In fact, William Bennet was quite a sight under his clothing but that wasn’t something Reese was willing to just talk about randomly next to the coffee cart. In fact, she liked to keep what she knew of William’s willie to herself. A sex life was a private life if one were at all any sort of lady. There were, of course, a hand full of girls out there Reese knew of who would be quick to display everyone and everything they’d ever had sex with publicly for attention. What a shame.

After asking her what was for breakfast, Reese shook her head rolled her eyes, again pulling her bag straps further up her shoulder. Oh well, if he was coming with her then he could start walking, so Reese made no attempt to stand still for sake of conversation and instead began walking. “Pancakes, of the banana and brown sugar variety. I cannot believe you got up this early for class, came out here dressed in that and are now jipping. You are a classy man, Will Bennet. How did I ever live without you and your antics?”[/color]

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

She may call it playing with, but Will called it ‘just wait until you least expect it, I’m gonna get you good lady woman’. Not that it was any surprise that they interacted like this. It was how they liked to kick it. How they rolled, as it were. And honestly? Will wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He was so content with what they had now. Alright, so he had liked what they had in the past- what with the sex and all, but he was a guy so that was normal. If he could have the playful teasing and the sex... Well then, he’d be a happy man. He wasn’t so sure if she’d be in for that though. Maybe he should slip it into the conversation somehow?

Moving along with her, Will smiled as she spoke. He loved pancakes. Especially pancakes of the banana and brown sugar kind. Then again, Reese should have already known that. He used to sleep over her house rather often, and when he did they normally made pancakes of a morning. Of course, when they weren’t pre-occupied with other things. Smirking a little at his own thoughts, the boy glanced over at his female companion. He really needed to get his thoughts under control didn’t he? Or at least make sure he kept them to himself. Reese really wouldn’t be impressed if he kept making jokes of the naughty nature towards her. In fact he wouldn’t put it past her to harm his privates.

Wiggling his eyebrows, he smirked. “What can I say?” He mused, still smirking to himself. “I’m a classy guy.” That was debateable, but he was firmly on the side of classy, always. “Hey..” he added as an after-thought. A little offended. “Who says I don’t just wear these every day?” He raised an eyebrow at her as he took a sip of his coffee. “I mean we both know my ass looks fabulous in these.” He flipped his wrist slightly, turning his voice slightly effeminate. “Makes all the boys want to jump my bones.” It was scary actually, how gay he could make himself sound. He’d spent far too many hours with the other, rather bitchy, male dancers.

Yawning, he frowned. She was right though. He was kind of being a bit of a tool. He’d made all the effort to get up, shower, dress in his dance attire, come all the way to campus... Only to turn around and head almost all the way back home to bug Reese for the morning. Well, it was worth it. Teasing Reese was always worth it. And if he got a little more... Well that would be even better. Ha ha... He would feel a little guilty though, abut missing class. It was way too early in the year to be so un-devoted to your studies. Especially for a senior.

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[reese]

“Honey bear, I love you with my heart and soul but there is no way in hell you wear those every day just for kicks.” Reese took another glance at Will in his dancing tights and just shook her head. Did he even know how ridiculous he looked? Of course, she really was serious about getting a gold pair, but at the same time she honestly believed her legs would look a lot better in them than his would. “Ass, however, definitely immaculate.” What? Was complimenting the posterior portion of a dear friend wrong? Reese had many fun, wonderful times with that meaty, delicious area of his body and not showing her appreciation to Will was downright rude. “The perfect curvature, damn. I bet I balance a bottle of Jack Daniel’s on that lovely mountain of flesh.” Really, could she be blamed? He was a dancer, after all and his ass was just kind of there all the time. Not admiring it would be like a sin.

“Do you just like fueling the fires behind the ‘Will Bennet is a flaming homo’ rumors?” She grinned, lifting the coffee to her lips again to take another drink. There had been a few times, out in public at bars near campus where Reese had gotten a little bit too drunk and announced to everyone within ear shot that Will would “totally bottom for you.” She knew it didn’t help the fact that he was constantly trying to defeat the stereotype of being a gay dancer. Lucky for him she knew the truth. He was straight as an arrow and she had enough proof to make even the biggest skeptic a believer. “Besides, I don’t like sharing dick with boys. It’s unsanitary. So don’t shake your disco stick at me.” Reese was probably only entertaining herself, but she didn’t care. Will was going to crash her morning plans by tagging along so at the very least he could afford her a jab, or twelve, at his sexuality.

She found it kind of funny that he would even consider going back with her. They lived in the same building. He was essentially going home, having wasted time and energy and missed a class. Oh well. Despite her initial distress over her plans being delayed by Will’s presence (because while she could paint with him around it didn’t mean she could paint well, he was far too distracting). “Bacon sounds good, don’t you think? Pancakes and bacon. I don’t remember eating dinner last night, so this could possibly be my first meal in over fifteen hours. It would be quite a shame not to include bacon. Should we take the bus or walk the rest of the way, Sir William? Because if we’re walking, you’re carrying my bag and I’m calling you Shirley. I’ve always wanted to have sex with a woman named Shirley, even though I’m not, even in the slightest bit, interested in a lesbian relationship. It’s quite interesting how we desire things we don’t even care for.”

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[FREDDIE PARKER FAIRFAX]

William Bennet was not queer. And to be rather honest he was getting a little tired of having to defend his sexuality. He was twenty-three years old for god-sake. Weren’t these jokes getting a little old? Hadn’t people, by college, grown up and stopped thinking all male dancers had to be queer? Really, it was rather pathetic to be hanging onto such stupid stereotype. Now, he didn’t mind it so much from a friend, it was just.. When other people heard his friends tease him, they thought it was fair game- or worse, that he was actually gay. Will had never been anywhere close to even touching a guy in a sexual nature, let alone having sex with one. Not that he hated homosexuals. It just was not his thing. At all.

Shaking his head, the young man rolled his eyes slightly at Reese. “Real men wear tights love. Unlike those pansy men you seemed to date after me.” He gave her a slight wink. He actually wasn’t sure who she had seen since him, if any, but that wasn’t the point. If she was going to tease him for being a fag, he was going to question her taste in men. It was that simple really. The natural laws of give and take. Only he was fairly certain she was winning. There wasn’t really an insult he could think of that was worse, or even equate to the gay one. And it wasn’t the fact it was a queer insult, it was more the fact that he couldn’t think of something that ticked her off as much as the gay jokes bugged him.

Oh she really was playing with fire now, wasn’t she? The young man raised an eyebrow at her babbling about doing a girl named Shirley. Now, either she really wasn’t thinking, or it was an open invitation. Because really, she should have known the way his mind worked. You couldn’t say stuff like that to him without William’s mind getting dirty. And considering the train of his private thoughts right now, it was almost too good to be true. Like she was dishing herself up on a silver platter and placing it in front of him. And how could he not bite? He was a guy who liked sex, and he already knew he and Reese were more than capable of having a gay ol’ time of it. So why wouldn’t he want a slice of her pie?

“We can walk...” He said evenly, keeping the smirk from his features. “Because I kind of like where this whole calling me Shirley then fulfilling her weird ass fantasies with me thing is going. Besides. I spend all my money on buying you a coffee, bitch...”

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