Y O U R H O T L I N E

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After dinner, Clay went upstairs to change and get ready to sleep. He was completely drained from the eventful day today, so was most everyone else. The only people who stayed downstairs were Sylvia, Nick, and George. 

George was complaining, "No one helped me put the cards away."

"Awww, poor baby." Sylvia cooed.

"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up." He said with a straight face.

She leaned back on Nick's side, "You gonna baby-rage? WAHHH!"

"You are in my country now, asshole."

"My bad, I didn't know you owned England, King George the 69th. My apologies." Sylvia used her British accent.

George got his phone out, "I'm recording you! I'm recording you!"

She smacked the phone out of his hands and wrestled him. Sylvia had successfully pinned him, but she accidentally kneed him in the nuts.

"AHH!" He cupped his hands over his groin to shield any more blows.

Sylvia's eyes widened, "Oh, I'm sorry! George! What can I do to help?"

George bit his lip jokingly at what she said.

"You could do a lot to help Miss. Fox." He giggled.

She tsked and rolled her eyes, "I hate you."

"What are you doing? I have some pain that needs tending too."

"George is on his bold arc." Nick chuckled.

Sylvia crossed her arms and got off of George. 

She stared at the colorblind guy, "You give off small dick energy."

"WHAT! PFFFT!"

"See, a man with a big dick wouldn't deny it." Clay walked in while Sylvia was talking, "Exhibit A. Clay, you give off small dick energy."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What? You know that's not true."

"I stand corrected." Sylvia put her head in her hands.

"What? What were you guys talking about." Clay sat down next to her.

She sighed, "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

Clay looked to his colorblind friend, "George, what happened?"

"You don't have to answer that." Sylvia smiled.

"You do."

"No, you don't."

"You do."

"No, you don't."

"You do."

"No, you don't."

"You do."

"No, you don't."

George spat it out, "SylviaandIwerewrestlingandthenshekneedmynutsandImadeastupidjoke. ThenshesaidIhadsmalldickenergy."
(translation: Sylvia and I were wrestling, and then she kneed my nuts, and I made a stupid joke. Then she said I had small dick energy.)

"Ha! Wait-" Clay was puzzled, "I didn't understand a word you said."

"Well, too bad, right Jorge?" Sylvia elbowed him.

George nodded. Nick put his feet that had banana socks on in Sylvia's lap. She chopped her hands on them repeatedly. 

"Come on, let's go to bed. I'm tired." Clay poked her.

"Alright. Help me up."

Clay stood up and held her hands, and pulled her up. Nick awed as his feet hit the ground with a thud. The couple walked off as George made kissy noises at them. When they reached their room, Sylvia took her jeans and shirt off and slipped under the covers with Clay. His fingers traced the skin on her tummy. She fell asleep from the soothing motion.