Re: Graveyard Date
In Mao’s opinion, boy scouts were nerds. A bunch of goody two shoes in scarves and shorts, full of nerdy information like how to identify wild songbirds by their chirping. He didn’t argue the matter, though, as there were many different classes of nerds. Vaughn was just the type that grew up to cut up dead people in a morgue. A rare breed of nerd indeed.
A snort. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try to kick me out.” He was confident that Vaughn didn’t have it in him. He had the man too firmly wrapped around his pinky.
Mao made a face at the potential need to walk. Vaughn certainly didn’t seem drunk enough to have to avoid driving to him. Then again, Mao’s idea of too drunk to drive was a bit skewed by a life of party going. But he was energized by their makeout session, and he was soon bouncing along in the best of moods, laughing at Vaughn’s promise to keep lube in his pocket in the future.
“You only have yourself to blame for not having me bent over a headstone right this minute.” He poked accusingly at Vaughn’s shoulder. “I demand a raincheck.”
As drunk as he was Mao was, he still moved nimbley through the gravestones. He began to hum as they neared the gates, twirling and snapping his fingers before eventually bursting into ’Uptown Girl.’Totally sexy, right?