“I won’t, fuck.” When Zane said that he wouldn’t forget, he meant it. He really wouldn’t forget. He really didn’t want to give Seth another reason to breathe down is neck. “You are way too hung up on the fish net clothes.” He was snickering and he would probably end up laughing if Seth kept on about the clothes. Who cares about the clothes? They ended up on the floor anyway! “Yes, let’s.” He saw a flicker of something cross Seth’s face and he would’ve asked about it, but he knew he wouldn’t get an answer so he didn’t bother.
Zane stayed quiet and Seth ranted on. It wasn’t like he was the only one here that had to help win this war. There were others so why was he getting the brunt of it? It wasn’t like he was going to slack off, well, okay, maybe a little, but he definitely wanted to win. Maybe almost as much as Seth. “We could do something like that. Shouldn’t the strippers be dealing with that idea, anyway?”