"Fuck yeah," Scotty agreed, glad that Jack was there to be a bro with him, in general, but very much in this moment. "I don't know what fucking dares I'm feeling up for, but it's the best we got until they put in a new bar." He was about to start trying to brainstorm ideas, but paused when he overheard Chase and Kiley talking, and maybe it was just because he was so sore that he felt the need to be a little annoying for his own amusement. Not in a I hate you guys and want to make you miserable way, at least. Though he had no idea when he started feeling comfortable enough with the two that he was fine acting this way. "He get you some kinky shit, Kiley?" he snickered. "I know how much you like hopping on people's back, so I'm guessing a fucking saddle or something."
Marco was somewhat aware that the others had left the stall, except for Oliver. In the rush of things going through his head at that moment, he found himself thinking once again that this wasn't fair to Oliver, who also was clearly in pain, that he'd been left to deal with this mess. For a moment Marco tried once again to control his gasping and shaking enough to apologize, but he couldn't get any words out aside from stammering, and eventually he gave up and just found Oliver's arm and wrapped a hand around the man's wrist, just for something solid to hang onto.