-Throws the drink back, placing it back down- Well my voice is pretty high so you can only guess how low they hang, on a side note let’s not talk about them anymore. -Chuckles lightly-
Why shouldn’t we talk about your old man balls? Afraid someone might overhear us and turn the other way? Am I cockblocking your chances of smacking those old balls of yours against some drunk college chick who is mad at her father and gets back at him by fucking men like you?
-Blinks, looking surprised- Um, not exactly. I try avoiding screwing wasted chicks for legal reasons. -Looks at my empty glass- Besides I normally fuck girls I’ve made my girlfriend if anything. If that makes sense? -Pauses- And no, we can talk about my balls, no problem. Definitely not saggy though, one is probably up hiding inside my body.
“I never said you were.” Trevor gave a little smile, leaning back against the wall with his foot rested on it behind him. “You seem like you’ve got a big heart and sweet little lines. Nothing wrong with being a headstrong sweetheart? As long as you’re not too headstrong.” He reassured her.
“Anyway,” he began to say. “Maybe you could help Alcide, just make sure you don’t turn him loopy too. You’re a pretty girl after all. You’re already making my head loopy.” He teased her, trying to make her feel better.“Loopy?” She rubbed the back of her neck and began to fan herself, feeling the sweat forming between her hidden cleavage there under the shirt she was wearing. The blonde would give a soft laugh, looking down again as she looked around, “Can we take this inside somewhere? I mean…Somewhere there’s AC? I-I’m sweating like crazy out here and it’s gross…”
Trevor looked around and up at his apartment, which made him feel sketchy to even think of inviting her inside, well for pretty obvious reasons. “Sure, um…” He glanced up once more. “You can come inside my loft? Just don’t mind the mess. My brother tends to be a slob.” He moved towards the side to the front door, pressing against it with his back.
