Comments | lolocracy: Could it be that I'm just dumb and horny?

waitforsuperman in lolocracy

Could it be that I'm just dumb and horny?

Jul 28, 2010 20:55

Who: Juan and that guy he paid ten bucks to make out with.
Where: The Coffee Shoppe (and potentially more of the town)
When: 29th of July, evening
What: This wasn't a date, merely a casual meeting. Over coffee. And bad American beer in a bar. (damn you Emi)

( this will either end in me getting covered in coffee, us becoming best friends or in a bad motel room. )

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waitforsuperman July 29 2010, 05:21:05 UTC

Alfred blinked again, taking in the small man and feeling his face heat up like the Fourth of July. "Oh, Juan, right?" he said, quickly putting the spoon down, offering his head, smiling. "I'm Alfred, but you... you totally already knew that from the emails."

He could just feel this turning into one of those 'Bad Date' stories... Swallowing and still trying to smile, he fidgeted with his shirt collar, absently rubbing the back of his neck.

Just don't mention condoms...

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waitforsuperman July 29 2010, 07:19:28 UTC

Apply juice? Was this guy... And actual non-drinker? Or a twelve-year who just looked older? LIKE IN THE ORPHAN!? Alfred's hand tightened around his coffe slightly and he shook his head, laughing nervously as his eyes darted over Juan's frame looking for a hammer. He didn't see anything and Juan was wearing fairly form-fitting pants.

"Here, I already put my stuff at a table-" Alfred carefully took his wrist, pulling him to a small table near the window where his jacket was already draped over the back of a chair. "So... Juan, exactly how old are you?"

Ageeeeeeeee. That was almost as bad as condoms...

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