transparentfantasies
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- Parts 13
"Where are you going England?" Clay's voice spoke up.
"Umm, I think it's about time for me to head home too. It's getting late."
"Ohh no no no no, you're not." George wasn't sure what Clay meant.
"You're coming with me, we're going out."
George was confused. "Out? What, like- like a date..?"
The younger man laughed. "No idiot, we're going clubbing. Come. I mean, it can be a date. If you want it to be, of course."
George's face turned bright red. He was very, very thankful for the fact that the sun had started to set and that Clay probably couldn't see it very well. "I never said that", he mumbled. "Clubbing is nothing for me, you know I never do that."
"Yes, but we're going now, you have no choice."