"Im bored." Roach announced lazily, staring up at the ceiling.
"Im Royce, nice to meet you." Royce mumbled, looking from the television to his smaller friend. Roach turned as well, a common look on his face.
Very funny, asshole…
Royce shrugged, looking around the room. He observed that everyone else looked just as bored as Roach did. MacTavish and Ghost were both sitting on the other sofa, reading. Worm was sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring attentively at the flashing screen. It looked like it was draining what little brain power he had left away into oblivion, along with all of high school math and his girl friends birthday.
"Wanna play cards?"
Roach rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Tell me, do you want to play cards?"
"…. I see your point."
There weren't many cards left anyways, thanks to the wonderful combination of Meat and an open window on a windy day. Both men looked each other strait in the eyes, and grinned.
An idea had just come to the both of them.
They both closed their eyes and slowly, dramatically, began to move their mouths together. It looked like one of those movie scenes were a love song plays and birds sing. Just as they were about to kiss, everyone in the room simultaneously looked up, all with looks of shock, horror, and absolutely no surprise at all.
That look, of course, came from MacTavish. Sadly, he had seen his men do weirder.
"Fuck!" Royce exclaimed in defeat, pulling away just before their lips met. Roach instantly grinned. He jumped up and threw his hands in the air.
"Yes! WHO'S THE GAY CHICKEN CHAMPION?"
Everyone else just stared for a few seconds while Roach screamed happily, not sure how to react.
Worm was the first to realize what was going on.
"Yeah, but it doesn't count if you are gay."
"Silence mortal!" Roach ordered. He then began to dance, waving his ass in Royce's face.
While this little scene played out MacTavish turned to Ghost, who had already turned back to his book. Ghost wasn't easily amused.
"What's….. What's gay chicken?"
"You have no idea what gay chicken is?"
"Not at all, im afraid."
"… Want me to show you?"
"…. No."