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[dickgout]

Sometimes life was just a shitty old bunch of unfair chocolates and there wasn't no way anyone was getting lemonade out of that.Jason Stackhouse damn well remembered that he wasn't supposed to lick the ferris wheel because his tongue would get stuck. He was reminded of it every time he passed the thing, and Lord help him if anyone else was around

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[niceofyoutoask]

To his credit, Lipton wasn't lost for words. He'd seen alot in his twenty-five years, and he knew for damn sure what boys got up to when they had too much time on their hands. This was, however, the first time he'd come across this particular crisis, and so he took a moment to survey the situation, arms crossed and look of surpressed amusement on his face.

"Need a hand?" Which wasn't to say that he wouldn't help a fella out.

[dickgout]

"YETH PLEATH," Jason whined, struggling again towards the thermos. "HOT WATHER. FOR TONGUE." The more he talked, the more he got stuck.

One time, he managed to live down. Again? Jason was going to have to fuck the whole island to get over this.

[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton picked up the thermos without another word, pressing it into the outstretched hand. He tilted his head to get a better look at the contact point, stil far enough away not to be intruding. "Let me know if you'd like some help pouring it on there."

[dickgout]

Now was not the time to crack a joke about interested the guy was in the state of his tongue, Jason realized, and quickly unscrewed the cap so that he could get the water poured.

A minute later, he was free and rubbing a numb tongue. "Fuuuck."

[niceofyoutoask]

Lipton watched, amused, and while these sorts of antics were right up Skip Muck or George Luz's alley, he had to assume that they weren't so childish as to stick their tongues to poles. Then again, Skip had claimed to swam across the Niagra River, which, in Lipton's opinion, while impressive, it was also just plain dumb. "Was it worth it?" He asked curiously.