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"Fine...", you release your hand from your dick as well and you both shake hands. For your general disapproval, you hold your cock with this same hand. "Disgusting", you curse yourself internaly for you and him proposing this sort of "promises done in bathrooms" when younger. At same time, you know you enjoy this type of silliness you both can still do. Ambivalence can be a healthy emotion.
"But you like this disgusting little scotts here!", he opens a big smile. He goes back to his own supposedly pissing that probably already ended a long time ago and now you both are doing some weirdo not-cruising fraternal activity. "I didn't specify which little scotts I'm talking about, though...", he gives another dumb and drunk laugh.
You can't resist and laugh with him. "Sure", you take a breath and tries to ignore the smell one more time. Impossible. "What kind of life you said she had?"
"Oh, that? Her parents were Deadheads, hardcore fans of an old hippie band called 'Grateful Dead'. They followed the band around for years!", now you know what's all about that t-shirt. You only wish she could tell you herself. "Her parents were smart and homeschooled her. I think she mentioned that for you?"
"Were you hearing our convo?"
"Erm...", you got him again.
You laugh, "Keep going, bro"
"Right. Anyway. They were smart, she is smart. You get the gist? And being raised in those hippie communities since she was little do wonders to a person. She's a being of light, y'know? Like... She says that. No. She doesn't talk about herself. I mean. The expression--"
"I got you, drunk bro."
"Not drunk"
"We're gonna start an endless argument of 'yes you are' and 'no I'm not'. Let's not. Keep going."
"You ain't fun. You ain't falling for my traps!"
"I already fell for your trap when I met you"
"Bro..."
"Bro", you let this silence sinking in for a few instants before getting back to your inquirings. Next, you connect your interest in Kimberly with the Alt Scene she and Grace talked about.
James smiles. "You don't consider here an alt scene?"
"Yes and no. It's a popular place and people outside the culture visits. I can't call myself an insider--"
"Cut this shit, mate! You don't need to dress or put make up or whatever to be from a culture. You like here, you feel yourself here, you can go on and drag as many dicks as you can get with your hands at same time and suck all of them in this bathroom. Which, by the way...", he turns his had back to the closed stall that couple got into, "Hey! You two there are too silent! Give us some noise! We need action here! Don't make me and my bro show you how to do it!"
No answer back. You hear some murmurs, but nothing else. "Oye! I heard that!", he can be drunk, but his ears were still sharp. He turns his back again to the wall. "Bunch of pussies..."
There you go. It already started. You sigh. "What, bro?", James tone changes from pissed to worried out of nowhere.
