“Let’s go out tonight,” Harry suggested as we all munch on some fries. “We haven’t been out in ages.”

Tom jams a handful of fries into his mouth, “Wha shoo we gwo?” he tried to talk through his food.

“What was that?” Harry asked with eyebrows raised, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand because I was being distracted by the potatoes that are trying to dominate your mouth.”

Tom glares at Harry as he tries to chew all the fries. He looks like a blowfish.

Harry smiles back charmingly. “I was thinking we could go to the bar or a club or something. I don’t want to stay here on our weekend off.”

I have no problem with this. I like to drink.

“It’s a plan,” I shrugged.

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Bad plan… very bad plan.

What was I thinking going out to the bar with the guys? Now I have to witness Harry getting ho-ed up by all these walking vaginas! (c)