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In the car.

In the parking lot.

In the main hall building of the college I went to at like 3 in the morning.

Classic.

On the subway.

No way.

Yeah.

You're fucking with me. I'm not fucking with you. On the one train.

This was like six years ago when I was a fucking idiot.

Oh, that was six years ago that you were an idiot.

Okay. And where were you six years ago?

I was in London.

Actually for work.

London.

You never had sex on the tube?

British accent.

That's what we're doing now. Come on. Come on. That was good.

No. I don't smoke.

What? I don't smoke. I'm a singer.

Come on.

Okay. I can name like 20 singers.

that I know personally that smoke cigarettes. 20? Okay. Yeah, I can name

them all right now.

Impressive. Okay, name them.

You know what? I will.

Later.

So you don't smoke, yet I have a memory of you smoking with me last week, so...

Yeah, well... I wanted to keep talking to you.

Oh, so you're a liar.

You're a good one.

I'm a good one.

You're blushing.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are.

It's cute.

Fuck.

What are you doing?

Covering my face.

Right?

Why?

So it stops giving me away.

You look like The Scream.

I can still see it.

I didn't know you were a singer.

I definitely told you before.

You did?

Yeah.

Well, I'm drunk.

Sorry.

I told you when we met.

Well, I was probably drunk then too, so...

What do you sing about?

My life.

How original.

A singer who sings about his life.

You are a real trailblazer, you know that?

Okay. You know what? It is original. It is original because it's my life. Thank

you. You get defensive so quickly.

Do you sing love songs?

Sometimes.

Would you sing me one right now?

No.

I'm off the clock.

Wait.

Wait.

Where are we going?

I was following you.

No.

No. What? I was following you.

Fuck.

Oh,

fuck.

What?

What? I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. Oh, my God.

Oh my god.

I'm taking you to my place.

Is that okay?

Yes.

Okay, fantastic.

Let's go.

Bye.

Do British people really call them fags?

Yeah.

That's crazy.

What? I mean, it's... It's just what they call them. It's only the context

that makes it bad.

When I was in college, my best gay friend and I used to always greet each

other by being like... By being like, Hey, faggot!

And then... The whole school got an email

that was like, There were reports of homophobic slurs being

hurled across campus.

The whole time it was just gay people yelling at each other.

Oh my god.

That rules.

I'll remember that for later.

Remember what?

That you like to be called a faggot.

By friends.

Hey, I'm a friend.

You are not a friend.

We're only like 10 minutes away, I swear.

I've never done this before, by the way.

The, like, walking back from the bar with someone back to their

place. Really?

Yeah.

But you're so easy.

What?

I'm not.

easy. I'm notoriously difficult.

Notoriously? Why?

Because.

Because.

I don't know.

Because I'm usually looking for something else.

Like?

Like the whole shebang.

What's that?

Make a family.

You don't have a family.

I'm sorry. That was mean. It was a joke.

I'm kidding.

When you saw me at the bar, what were you thinking?

I thought...

This fucker smokes cigarettes.

Okay.

Really? No, you seem lonely.

What?

Yeah, looked like you needed someone to talk to.

Okay. I was with my friends.

I didn't mean that as an insult.

And then I won't take it as one, I guess.

I like lonely men.

Well, maybe I thought you were lonely.

Oh. Yeah, maybe that's why I let you talk to me. Really?

Yeah. Okay.

You were the one who was there alone.

Well, I'm not alone anymore.

I wanted you to kiss me from the second you started talking to me.

You could have saved us some time.

Oh, I'm not in a rush.

Well, I am.

What? Come on. What?

We gotta beat the sunrise.

What?

It's still yesterday.

What? What does that mean? Come on, it sounded so cool.

How did I even think of that? I don't know.

Wait, stop. Please, don't make me run. I don't want to. I have to be doing it.

No. You come back. No, we're not really running. Yes, we are.

Come on.

Please. Oh, my God, I'm tired.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. How are you not out of breath?

I'm a vampire.

What are those?

They're suitcases.

I know.

Did you never unpack?

No.

Yeah, I unpacked and then I packed them back up.

Are you going somewhere?

I'm going to my room.

You should come with me.

What?

Are you leaving New York?

What?

Do you hear yourself?

Right? Okay, clearly you don't. You're being so dramatic.

Like so fucking dramatic.

Do you want to fuck me again or no?

Yes.

But I like you.

That's usually why people fuck, Kevin.

You're blushing.

I'm going to bed.

My clothes are coming off.

I'm going to my room.

And you're coming with me, Kevin.

Hello? Do you want anything else?

Thank you.