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myrrhianna's. We picked up dinner on the way. hcolleen asked me to grab her a Pepsi while we were in the check-out line, so I did. Then I grabbed myself a soda. You probably already know which brand it was. Since some jokes take a while to get old, I started licking the top of my soda bottle, and shaking it, and cracking the cap to get some of the excess carbonation out.
myrrhianna and hcolleen said that they would laugh at me if I got a faceful of sticky stuff from sucking on the cock. The anime progressed. The cats were loud. All was well at Anime Night.
Midway through the evening,
myrrhianna's father called her. That needed dealing with, so the series-of-the-moment got put on pause. It was going to be a while, so I whipped out my own phone and called Darkside. We giggled at each other for a few minutes. He asked what we were watching this time. I got hcolleen to sound it out to me, and I repeated it back to him. "Never heard of it."
"It's one to avoid if you do find it; it's got ... subtext."
[background shrieking about how it was not subtext, it was main text]
The invitation for him to come join us was re-issued. "Maybe, if you'd stop watching all that ... stuff."
"We'll put the shonen ai away if you show up. There are plenty of other things to watch."
myrrhianna began listing off the things she has. I was repeating them back. But I always stumble over how to pronounce YYH. "You can have Hiei," I suggested helpfully. "Kurama would be lonely then!"
hcolleen said in the background. "Don't make me throw my cock at you!" I said, gesturing wildly with my bottle of soda.
"WHAT did you just say?" Darkside wanted to know.
"Coke?" I asked innocently.
"No. You said ... the other."
"Freudian slip?" I asked, still trying to sound innocent. 1
"I'll say." 2
We got off the phone with each other, and anime re-commenced.
Later in the evening, I was taking a swallow of my soda, and
myrrhianna said something far, far too funny. I started laughing. I couldn't swallow. The cup was right below my mouth still, but I felt it would be a breech of some form of propriety to splutter the soda back into the glass. So up my sinuses it went. "You're supposed to spit or swallow!" myrrhianna told me, while I was still recovering. As a follow-up to that, I was informed that I was expressly prohibited from choking in this fashion (on Cock-Cola) while Darkside was present. (Especially not on Cock-Cola that he has provided me with, I am to assume.) When the bottle was finally empty, I started teasing the cats with the bottle. The inevitable jokes were made.
... yes, we're a sack full of pervs.
1. Yes, I was thinking of that exact exchange at that moment.
2. Darkside isn't familiar with Jerk City.
