Cindy just wants to go get Brock drunk--is that so wrong?
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“Oh, you naughty, naughty girl,” Sebastian grins, standing at the end of the hallway with his arms crossed against his douchenecked chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cindy tsks, fluffing up her hair. Shit, she’s going to have to brush the tangles out later because she must look like Jane of the Jungle right now.
“There is a practically teenaged boy turning bright crimson behind you, love. I think that says it all,” Sebastian snickers, and Cindy can almost feel Brock’s blush glowing onto her back.
“He’s totally overage,” Cindy says nonchalantly, before leaning to stage whisper over her shoulder. “You’re overage, right, babe?”
“I’m 26!” Brock squacks, vaguely indignant.
“Yeah, he’s 26,” Cindy repeats, and she’s this close to sticking her tongue out at Sebastian. She doesn’t though, because he would like it too much.
“I was 26 once,” Fred sighs, coming out of nowhere and propping his elbow onto Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Nonsense. You were born wrinkled and drunk, just like we like you,” Sebastian insists, patting him affectionately.
“Okay, fellas, I know this is how really gross VHS-only pornos start, but you two need to move so I can go get Brock drunk enough to let me teach him what ‘pegging’ means,” Cindy demands, grabbing a flabbergasted Brock by the hand and pushing the two old guys out of the way.
“Marry me!” Sebastian and Fred holler at the same time.
“Yeah, yeah, you wish, suckers,” Cindy hollers back, and winks reassuringly at Brock before the poor guy passes out in fear.
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“Oh, you naughty, naughty girl,” Sebastian grins, standing at the end of the hallway with his arms crossed against his douchenecked chest.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cindy tsks, fluffing up her hair. Shit, she’s going to have to brush the tangles out later because she must look like Jane of the Jungle right now.
“There is a practically teenaged boy turning bright crimson behind you, love. I think that says it all,” Sebastian snickers, and Cindy can almost feel Brock’s blush glowing onto her back.
“He’s totally overage,” Cindy says nonchalantly, before leaning to stage whisper over her shoulder. “You’re overage, right, babe?”
“I’m 26!” Brock squacks, vaguely indignant.
“Yeah, he’s 26,” Cindy repeats, and she’s this close to sticking her tongue out at Sebastian. She doesn’t though, because he would like it too much.
“I was 26 once,” Fred sighs, coming out of nowhere and propping his elbow onto Sebastian’s shoulder.
“Nonsense. You were born wrinkled and drunk, just like we like you,” Sebastian insists, patting him affectionately.
“Okay, fellas, I know this is how really gross VHS-only pornos start, but you two need to move so I can go get Brock drunk enough to let me teach him what ‘pegging’ means,” Cindy demands, grabbing a flabbergasted Brock by the hand and pushing the two old guys out of the way.
“Marry me!” Sebastian and Fred holler at the same time.
“Yeah, yeah, you wish, suckers,” Cindy hollers back, and winks reassuringly at Brock before the poor guy passes out in fear.