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"But... that's too far, I don't wanna do that!"

Stan rolls his eyes. "Come on, I grew out my facial hair for this one. Don't chicken on me now."

I squint at him and roll my eyes. "Stan, you're practically a gorilla. It only takes you a few hours to grow out your facial hair."

"Fuck you," he grins and runs a hand through his curly mane. "You came all the way to Brooklyn, and it took me two fuckin' days to convince you to step foot in a subway station. Now we're here, and we're gonna have some fun."

I grab onto his sleeve before he can leave our secluded corner. "But who are we gonna choose?"

He scans the crowd on the loading bay with his eyes, and nods toward a touristy looking couple waiting near the tracks. "They look pretty clueless."

"But Stan-" he shoves me off of him roughly and cuts through the crowd like a knife, striding toward our chosen couple with a mischevous smile on his face. I follow, but being significantly smaller than he is I have a harder time getting there.

He reaches the couple and begins to speak to them in Polish (the mother tongue of his grandparents), and just as we thought they're immediately confused.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I tell them, rushing to Stan's side and wrapping my arms around one of his. "This is my friend from Poland, he's here on an exchange program."

Stan can hardly keep a straight face as he whispers in my ear. "Tell the guy I wanna fuck his wife."

My eyes grow round and I look up at him with confusion. "No way, I-"

"Do it!"

I turn to face the confused looking couple again and look at the man. He's short and wearing an 'I love New York' t-shirt, and that's how we knew he was a tourist. No one who's from here would ever be caught dead in such an ugly thing.

"Um... my friend was just telling me that your wife is very attractive, and he was wondering if he could... um... have sex with her."

The woman's face turns bright red and her husband frowns deeply.

"Well you should tell your friend that he's in America now, and it's highly frowned upon to openly hit on other people's wives!"

Stan whispers in my ear.

"He says she has very nice breasts," I tell the husband.

He huffs, grabs his wife's hand and storms past me. "Immigrants are the scourge of this country!" He proclaims and boards the next train with his frightened wife in tow.

The moment the train is gone Stan launches into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I just stand there with my arms crossed and watch him, slightly irritated and uncomfortable. He notices my stark facial expression and nudges my shoulder.

"Come on, lighten up, Princess! You know that was hilarious. Her tits were pathetic anyway!"

My frown falters and I giggle a little bit. "Okay, so it was a little funny."

He raises both eyebrows, and soon we're both laughing our heads off and clutching our stomachs. I push my hair away from my face and sigh.

"Well, I guess I should go."

"No, we're gonna go ride my BMX at the abandoned train station in Greenwich."

I catch a look at the clock on the wall and jolt. "Oh crap, we're gonna have to do that later, I have to go. I'm late for a rehearsal dinner, and Jon is going to kill me."