Kian and Jc / Jian

Dinner For Two

"So, how's Lauren?" Jc chuckled, his fork clinking onto his plate loud enough for the sound wave to rest in Kian's eardrum from inside of the packed restaurant with a bustling bar, so full that the quantity seemed as if the amount of human beings inside of the room were equivalent to the amount of chickens inside the average broiler shed. The tables were a dark, yet creamy, wood color as red lights with orange tinted over-sized bulbs dangled from the ceiling, quick to illuminate Jc's broad smile.

"Dude," Kian playfully whined, biting the head off of his well buttered broccoli.

"If I'm being real here, I think you should just be straight up with her. Andrea and her don't even communicate often anymore since the whole Jenn fiasco. Honestly, you are blowing this way up in your head. If I were Andrea, I wouldn't care if you just asked Lauren out. You've liked her for so fucking long," Jc advised, shoving his curly locks out of his eyes with his right hand, before taking a deep chug of his beer that was fresh to the point where melted ice trickled down the side of the glass.

"Yeah, but you're not Andrea."

"No shit," Jc squinted his eyes and slightly lifted a corner of his plump upper lip, then tore his gaze from Kian's to take a bite of his previously cut steak, "Lauren's done with her ex. She has been for months. And Andrea throws shade like it's sunny, dude."

"Exactly. You don't know Andrea as well as I do, but you know her well enough to know that she would be so fucking pissed if I even thought about asking Lauren to walk down a street with me, let alone go do something like dinner. Dude, I don't know. I don't think I'm even Lauren's type, you know?"

"What the hell is her type, then? I thought I was team brunette, but then Lia walked into my life and bam!" Jc shouted for emphasis, "Now, I'm the head batter for team blonde, baby. Don't sike yourself out."

"I know. I'm just grumpy because I haven't had sex in like a full two months," Kian heaved, stirring his fork around in his soup as the spiraling steam soothed his upper neck and the skin below his chin.

"Thanks for telling me, man. I appreciate it. But that's not even that bad."

"Seriously, I'm fucking horny," Kian groaned, biting the left side of his lower lip with his front teeth and releasing it with hesitation.

"Look, man. I can't help with that. Go swipe yourself a slice of Lauren or go out and find some chick with big honkers, who isn't on her period. But be polite about it. Especially if she's on her period. Always remember to be considerate."

"I definitely don't want to fuck anyone right now. I feel like that would be fucking over my chances at having an actual real physical girlfriend. The kind I could film a girlfriend tag thinga majiger with. I wouldn't even fuck Lauren this very moment. I want to take it slow. Well, if she is able to exist within my life realm without putting me into Andrea's infamous torture chamber," Kian managed to make a circle motion with his index finger in the open air to emphasis the word realm in a visual manner.

"You're already taking Lauren slow as a fucking snail," Jc rolled his eyes and crossed his muscular arms over the logo of his NASA T-shirt.

"Hey, play nice," Kian pointed his finger at Jc and grinned, "Ugh. Even though I don't want to have sex, I'm still so goddamn horny."

"And that's what fuzzy socks are made for, buddy. It's not like socks would ever be made for wearing on your feet or anything like that. Wait, okay, fine. Remember when it was like near the end of Our2ndLife and you, me, and the rest of the guys watched lesbian porn on the TV? Trevy was like freaking out? And not in the good way?" Jc smirked, "Let's make it a boys night again tonight, baby. You and me."

"That's fucking weird. Just the two of us? Dude," Kian cringed.

"Okay, true. That is fucking weird. I'll ask Dom, Corey, Romeo, and other shitty ass people to come over, and we can have either a fivesome or a sixsome. Is that even what it is fucking called? I don't know, but you can suck my dick, then I'll suck yours."

"Fuck, no."

"I'm messing with you. We will drink beer and watch porn and it will be an overall fun night, okay, babe?"

"Or the five or six or seven or however fucking many of us could just go bowling or some normal ass shit like that instead," Kian bargained as he grew uneasy.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I saw your dick this morning!" Jc tilted his head backwards in a fit of laughter and then caught himself before tipping over in his red cushioned seat, "But seriously, you and I literally watched porn with Trevor and he's like seven and gay as fuck."

Kian winced.

Jc gleamed with amusement at Kian's offput facial expressions, "You know what, babe? We will go bowling. Bowling it is."

"I'm not your babe," Kian clenched his jaw and half-jokingly flared his nostrils, "Can we please get the check?"