Warnings: Short and Bad Language. Enjoy!
One.
"Ouch! Mother of all hell!"
Two.
"Shit! Son of a bitch!"
Three.
"God damnit!"
Four.
"This better be fucking worth it."
Five.
"Never again, you hear me? This is the last time."
Six.
Relief.
"That's all of them, Mr. Hoying."
"Mitch, never again will I let you talk me into doing shit like this."
"You were the one who demanded I take you, pussy."
"Next time, take me seriously when I'm not drunk."
"Next time, don't whine about how you want to be more feminine."
"I wanted to, because of you. You put the idea in my head."
"Oh, so blaming me now? That's cheap, Scott."
"So was last night's liquor, but you don't see me complaining."
"Okay, you big baby. Let's just pay and go. My head is killing me."
"Well I think all of those strips killed me, 'cause I can't feel a thing on my chest right now but a tingling sensation."
Noises from the shop. Rummaging. Other customers. The beeping of the door alarm.
"Ice cream?"
"Ice cream. And absolutely no more waxing."
"Fine with me."
