"So you say I'm constipated! That I must be out my mind! But you've had me underrated! What's wrong with being competent....."
"It's confident you incompetent half cooked noodle."
"What's a half cooked noodle?"
"Fucking nasty."
"Maybe you should have stayed at the hotel with Jess if you're going to be an ass."
"Save it Calum."
"Shut up Michael."
"Suck my dick Calum!"
"Suck my ass Michael!"
"Kiss my hairy scrotum you Chinese looking aborigine...."
"Hey!" I interjected.
"That's racist." Luke tattled to no one in particular.
"It's okay Luke." Calum huffed, "That albino looking sack of expired tit milk can't help that he's an uneducated high school drop out."
"You dropped out too wise ass!"
"At least I have an ass!"
"Girls don't even look at butts!"
"I do." Charlie muttered under her breath.
"Why did you settle on that assless worm then?" Michael laughed.
"He's not a worm." Calum spat.
"You're right." Michael laughed, "You are, no scratch that. You're a crab infested, jizz incrusted, tangly pube!"
"Both of you knock it off!" I shouted.
Looking repulsed, the girls standing in front of us in line, huffed in annoyance.
"You two are like children." I hissed, "I left my kids with Halsey at the hotel for a reason."
"Grown up boy bonding time." Luke said dutifully, "With our...."
"Bitches." Michael interrupted.
"Female companions." Luke corrected.
Rolling his eyes, Michael looked down at his watch, "How long have we been standing here?"
"Too long." Charlie grumbled, nuzzling against Luke, "I'm freezing."
"Me too." Destiny agreed, scooting closer to me.
"Maybe if you put some clothes on instead of walking around like a cum dumpster you wouldn't have that problem."
"Hey!" Charlie, Destiny, Luke and I interjected at once.
Laughing to himself, Michael shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Destiny as your brother, your lopsided boobs are something I never want to see."
"Shut up!" she cried.
"Also, if you bend over I'm going to see straight up your vagina to your kidneys so...."
"Michael shut up." Calum snapped, elbowing him in the ribs.
Smirking, Michael held his arms up in surrender.
"I'm bored." Luke whined.
"Let's play screw marry stab." Michael suggested, "I'll start. The black one in little mix, that chubby chick with that song about bass or Britney Spears?"
"Hit me baby one more Time Britney or Pretty Girls Britney?" Luke questions seriously.
"Pretty Girls." Michael answered, chewing on a cuticle on his thumb.
