"Hey."
"Hey."
"Thanks for stopping by. I know you’re tired..."
"Naw, not that tired. I had to come this way, anyway.
Your trailer is on the way out of Warner Brothers
land, remember?"
"Yea. Sorry. God, I hate laughing and snorting like
that."
"Oh, but it’s ever so attractive! Especially with that
nose of yours. We’ll have to put up a tent and charge
admission. ‘The Magical, Musical Nose.’ We can make a
hell of a profit off umbrella sales. Or maybe you can
open that robe of yours and have the crowd fall to
your feet in shocked adoration."
"Ha ha. Shut up, you bastard. Here, have a drink."
"Thanks. Just one, though. I can’t handle L.A. traffic
when I’m sober. Throw an intoxicant into my system,
and the highway system suddenly turns into
Disneyland."
"Mmmm. This stuff’s fucking incredible. I got it from
Drew for Christmas."
"My system turns wine into water, and you’re wasting
it on me?"
"You’re worth it. Cheers."
"Cheers. What exactly are we toasting?"
"Several things. Here, have a seat. Here’s to the end
of another run. The continuation of my shows into next
season..."
"’My shows.’ Oh, you’ve gotta love the ego trip on
that one. ‘My shows.’ Let’s have Drew hear you say
that one and see what happens."
"...and, as I continue to talk and ignore you, we’re
celebrating a new chapter in our lives."
"So long as the chapter doesn’t have ‘The End’ on the
last page. Oh, damn, this is some good shit."
"Told you. Here, have some more."
"Hey, I can’t--"
"Sure you can."
"Ha. What are you trying to do, get me drunk and have
your way with me?"
"Well, that is the plan."
"Should I be worried that you have such a serious look
on your face?"
"I don’t know. Should you?"
"How much have you had to drink?"
"How much is in the bottle?"
"The damned thing’s almost empty."
"Well, there you go. Have a refill. I’ll have one
myself."
"Thanks. You know, in case a certain little fact has
slipped out of your mind, we’re both married now. Not
to mention that what we did happened fifteen years
ago, when we barely knew each other."
"And today is the anniversary of that little encounter
in Seattle. Do you think I forgot about it?"
"Look, you’re drunk..."
"I’m shitfaced. Come here. Sit next to me."
"I--"
"Will you just stop talking for a change and come
here? Ahhhh. I swear, you run your mouth off too much
for your own good. Now. Let’s talk."
"Since when does talking involve being this close?"
"Does it really bother you?"
"Y-- no. No, I... I guess it doesn’t."
"I keep watching you during the games. Remember the
way you reacted when Colin kissed you? Or when Wayne
slapped you on the ass? I could tell that you liked
it."
"I did. Sure, I admit it. I still go both ways every
now and then. But--"
"Shhhh. Here."
"You know, you don’t have to keep pouring liquor into
me like this."
"I just want to loosen you up."
"For?"
"Guess."
"I don’t have to. God, but those eyes of yours still
do it for me."
"Take off your glasses. I can’t see your eyes."
"Sure. Is this better?"
"Much, much better. Why do you always hide behind
sunglasses like that? You have a beautiful face."
"So do you. Nose and all."
"Smartass. This isn’t easy for me, you know. I don’t
feel this way about men."
"Well, apparently, you do. Otherwise I wouldn’t be
here holding your hand like this."
"I guess."
"You guess. Ha. I think you’re the one that needs
another drink to relax."
"No, I think we’ve both had enough. Let me take that."
"Sure. Jeez! Careful!"
"Sorry. Damned table moved on me."
"Ha ha. Sure, it did. Here, sit back down. Now, come
on. Lay up against me."
"Lay up against you. I don’t want to lay up against
you. I want to lay you."
"You smell so good."
"Kiss me."
"You sure?"
"I’m sure."
"How was that?"
"Nice. But I was kind of hoping for something like
this--"
"Mmmm. Someone’s in a randy mood, aren’t they?"
"Bet that sweet ass of yours, I am."
"Mmmm. You taste so sweet. Best tongue I’ve ever met."
"Allow me to re-introduce myself."
"Ohhh. You remembered. I love that."
"You have such a lovely chest. Perfect nipples. How
can I forget? I love it when you run your fingers
through my hair like that. You’ve got the softest
touch of anyone I’ve ever met."
"Let me take my t-shirt off."
"Don’t stop there."
"Ha. Okay, but once I get started, I’m in it for the
long haul."
"Well, your haul isn’t that long."
"Maybe not, but yours is. Speaking of which, let me
help you with that robe. There. See? We have released
the might scepter."
"And I shall crown thee."
"Not with things the way they are now. Let me, ah,
give you a hand. Can’t have you move such heavy
machinery on your own, now, can we?"
"Oh. Oh, yea. That’s right."
"There we go. Things are shaping up nicely. Thanks for
returning the favor. I love big hands... and big
cocks. And you can’t get much bigger than this--"
"Oooh! Oh, do that again!"
"Like this? You still like that, huh? You like it a
little rough? Really gets the blood pumping for you,
doesn’t it? I’ll say it does. Look at that."
"Oh, yes. Yes... Be careful, though. My back..."
"Don’t worry. I’ll be on top. And I’ll be careful. Lie
down. Put your leg here, and I’ll hold your other leg
like this. Now, just let me snuggle down and we’ll try
and keep each other warm."
"Sounds like a plan. That feels so good. You’re like a
rock already."
"I’m like a rock? You’d think I was rubbing up against
one of the great redwoods down here. Come to think of
it, I guess I am. All right, then. Let’s get this
party started."
"You still have the magic touch."
"Magic touch to go with the magic wand. Put your hand
here. Help me. That’s right, just squeeze a little
tighter... then relax... do it again..."
"Come on, start pumping. Fuck, I’m so horny right
now!"
"Here you go. Here you go. Ha. If the house is
a-rockin, don’t come a-knockin’, right? Whew, you are
rockin’ my world. I will drive you into these cushions
so hard, you’ll need a snorkel to get air."
"Hold me. Put your arms around me. Let go of my legs.
Let me wrap them around you. That’s good. Oh, that’s
so good. Come on. Faster. Harder."
"Oh, man. Oh, man. Oh, man."
"I’m coming. I’m coming."
"Me, too. Any second now!"
"I’m really coming hard! Come here. Come here and kiss
me. I want to taste you again."
"Slide me some tongue. Mmmm. Mmmmm."
"Mmmph. Oh! Oh, fuck! Here it is, here it--"
"Aaaah!"
"Uhhhghh!"
"Oh! Oh. That was... that was... fucking incredible."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Can’t breathe. Ah. Don’t move.
Don’t move."
"Shhhh. It’s all right."
"That was fantastic. Just like I remembered it."
"Better than I remember it. We finished together this
time. You didn’t have to watch me jerk off. Ha. But I
think we made a bigger mess. Look at this."
"Wow, I guess we did. Let me get you a towel."
"It’s okay. I’ll just go wash up. Whew, I feel so
light-headed. Ow. Damn."
"Watch out for the door."
"Oh, thanks."
"You know, if you want, you can go in the bedroom and
lie down. You’re right, you’ve probably had too much
to drink to go out on the road."
"I can go and lie down? All alone in that big bed of
yours?"
"Well, now that you mention it, I could give you some
company a little later. After I’ve, ah, washed up
myself."
"Or maybe we should wash up together. Just to make
sure we can clean those, ah, hard-to-reach areas."
"That’s a fantastic idea."
"Thank you."
"No. Thank you."