Drink
"I'm dying of thirst," Dev said, walking into the condo and dramatically collapsing face first onto the sofa.
"Too hot for you, baby?" Tom asked with a laugh.
"Yes. Beer me," Dev said, his voice muffled by a cushion.
"Water might be better for you, you know," Tom teased.
"Don't make me hurt you, husband," Dev said with a growl, flipping over onto his back. "I'll withhold sexual favors from you if I don't have a Stella Artois in my hand in the next five seconds."
"I'm fairly sure that's an idle threat."
Dev pursed his lips. "Yeah, it is."
"Too hot for you, baby?" Tom asked with a laugh.
"Yes. Beer me," Dev said, his voice muffled by a cushion.
"Water might be better for you, you know," Tom teased.
"Don't make me hurt you, husband," Dev said with a growl, flipping over onto his back. "I'll withhold sexual favors from you if I don't have a Stella Artois in my hand in the next five seconds."
"I'm fairly sure that's an idle threat."
Dev pursed his lips. "Yeah, it is."