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[recognize_an_opportunity]

Yeah, but you like being naked and stuff. So giving up your clothes wouldn't even be a problem for you.

[dowhatisays]

Not in public, man. That's just your kinky fetish.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

It's not a kinky fetish. I don't have as many kinky fetishes as you think! It's just the drugs talking.

[dowhatisays]

Sure it is.

[Charlie is just going to press a few slow, open mouthed kisses along his collarbone because he can.

There is a very definite rattling at the door now, but luckily the garbage bin is doing it's job.]

Dude, get your fucking dick out of his mouth, I need to piss!

[They have only the classiest friends.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Now this just strikes him as funny, but he finally slides off the counter.]

Okay, okay, let's take pity on them and get out of here.

[dowhatisays]

They're just fucking jealous, man.

[But he is doing up his pants with a grin and heading for the door.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[He follows, grinning like an idiot the whole way.]

Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

[dowhatisays]

I'm serious, man. They're just wishing they had your sweet ass on lock.

[He gives Meyer's ass a little swat on the way out for good measure. The friend of theirs waiting at the door just rolls his eyes.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

No, I assure you, they really, really don't wish that.

[He rolls his eyes right back at their friend, though. Because c'mon, rude, he does have a sweet ass.]

[dowhatisays]

They got bad taste, obviously.

[Yes, he thinks you're pretty, deal with it.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Obviously.

[Just gonna... go try to find his clothes now. Yep.]