Democracy
"Brian, I thought we had agreed on this?" Justin sighed, looking across the desk at Brian, who shrugged:
"I don't remember any agreement."
"Sure you do. We agreed on that if I came with you to that boring dinner and blew you in the bathroom, you would take me to Vermont for Christmas!"
"Did I? I can't remember."
"Brian, we voted on it!"
"Justin, we're two people. We couldn't possibly vote on it."
"Three! Michael was in on it, too, remember?"
"Vaguely."
"So why aren't we going to Vermont, then?" Justin said, looking more and more hurt by the second since Brian's announcement that no, he wasn't going to Vermont, thank you very much.
Brian held up two plane tickets, smirking:
"Because we're going to Paris for Christmas."
Justin stared at the tickets, and then he ran around the table and launched himself onto Brian so hard that the chair toppled over.
