"Oh." he merely said, trying to remember when they had discussed it. They hadn't of course, Bryan decided, the pink-haired bastard was pushy and imagined himself in a more together state than Bryan. It was true but he refused to see it, he was such a deeply competitive man that he couldn't stand being the least sober one. But with that went the idea of being the most drunk, which seemed to make it all better in his little competitive world. Why he felt the need to compete with Fred, he wasn't sure since he knew he was better looking and despite the fact that he set off metal detectors will all the metal in his ears and lower lip, was the more normal looking one.
He had missed Fred's remark about him being hot but he felt a little warmer being led down a hotel hallway. He'd been with enough girls to almost get excited at the prospect of a hotel room. He wasn't sure if he wanted Frederick though, he was currently too hot for sex and still hadn't come to terms with their last encounter. He was the sort to go sweet when he was drunk so he imagined at the very least, if he wasn't feeling up to sleeping with him again there would likely be some major-league cuddling just to make himself feel better.
"Are weee sharing a room?" he asked as he was led on, not sure if he had heard him ask for multiple rooms when they were at the front desk. "Sex?" he asked finally, just wanting to be sure he was completely aware of the situation.