Me and Zach were sitting on the sofa while Daniel was getting crisps from the kitchen.
"I mean yeah, we're friends. But I'd fuck you if you asked." Zach shrugged.
"What?" I asked.
"What?" Zach said.
"He said he'd fuck you if you asked," Daniel said, a mouth full of crisps.
"If she asked."
"If I asked?" I laughed, "So, if I said I wanted you right there, on the table?" I said, pointing to the table Daniel was by. Zach took his shirt off and ran to sit on the table.
"Let's go then."
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