You Stuck it Where!
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving "Coupling" in any way.
A.N: This is pretty short and the plot popped out of nowhere like half of them end up doing. Rated T for innuendo.
"You stuck it where?" Patrick yelled and Steve paused from coming back from getting his drink to find his two friends in deep conversation. He sat slowly on the couch next to Jeff.
"I came in at the wrong time." Steve laughed but neither of the other two paid attention and continued talking.
"I told you where I stuck it." Jeff sighed.
"And what did she do?" Patrick leaned in impatiently, almost spilling his beer.
"She got mad at me. It wasn't my fault though!"
"Of course not. It always her fault," Patrick agreed. "she's the one who told you to put it there. Then what happened?"
"Right, right. So after she's done yelling and such, I tell her to go get it herself." Jeff smiled.
"Good choice. Bloody difficult for you to do it."
Steve looked from Jeff to Patrick and back again, not quite sure if he wanted to know what they were talking about. Then again, if they were talking about what he thought they were, he wanted in.
"Guys. . ." Steve tried to interject but was ignored yet again as the conversation carried on.
". . . then she says 'I can feel it in there but I can't grab it.'" Jeff was saying.
"What did you say?"
"I told her to try again, but harder. So she tried again, but she was moaning the whole time. Positively whining."
"Did she finally get it out?" Patrick's eyes widened with glee and actually spilled a bit of his drink this time, fully regretting it later on when he stepped in it.
"After awhile, yes. She was kissing it she was so happy. . ."
"That's IT!" Steve threw his hands up and slammed his drink on the table, sloshing it everywhere. Patrick and Jeff nearly jumped out of their skin.
"What?" Patrick asked totally innocently.
"What are you guys talking about? I came in at the wrong time and have been sitting here for over ten minutes not knowing what your talking about! I want to know!" he demanded. Jeff put up his hands in surrender.
"Calm yourself. Alright, I was talking about this time at work when this pretty co-worker and I were. . ."
CRASH, SHATTER! A waiter dropped a tray of glass.
"Oh, so that's it?"
Fin.
Well, what did you think? If you do flame, it'll be used to boil my Ramen.
