twenty five

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"I'm guessing you don't know how to make a blunt, " Bender assumes, rolling a few out. Julian nods his head slowly. He licks his lips, eyes boring into the table. "What's up?"

"I'm fine," Julian states, adding on a small smile to convince him. Despite this, John sees right through him.

"Seriously, what's up?"

"What'd you do with Claire underneath the table?"

John opens his mouth, closes it, before opening it once more. "I just slid my hand up her skirt. I didn't touch anything, promise." That's a lie, John stuck his head between her legs. He really wanted to know if he was into that or not. He got his answer right before Claire squeezed his head to a near pulp. That's something the two we'll keep to themselves. Julian pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth. He shakes his head in annoyance, laying back in his seat.

"Whatever, just roll the shit," he grumbles. Bender goes to speak, only for the other four walking over. Julian clears his throat, calming himself down. He should've known that the two weren't going to happen.

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