Drabble 7: Innuendo
"Cash you should give up before you humiliate yourself even more." JT tried to rationalise with his best friend. They were hanging out in a park; JT was lecturing Cash about how pointless his chasing after Ben was, but the words fell on deaf ears. Cash ignored what JT was telling him, opting for gazing longingly at Ben who was obviously occupied studying a physics book. Before he knew it, Cash walked away from JT and sat beside Ben. His mind was screaming, 'Don't do it, you moron!', but his lips had other plans.
"How about we play lion and lion tamer? You hold your mouth open, and I'll give you the meat." Ben's jaw dropped at the implication of the words; Cash just looked down at the crotch and back at Ben. "It's not just going to suck itself." Cash thought, 'Oh, God...did that actually come out of my mouth?' Obviously he did, judging by the furious expression on Ben's face. His mind was screaming 'Shut up and walk away! You retard – you're pissing him off!' Instead of listening to the inner voice of reasoning, Cash continued to talk. "Is that a keg in your pants? 'Cause I would love to tap that ass!"
Evidently, Ben was offended and slapped Cash across his face. Who knew such a small figure could slap that hard? It was definitely going to leave a mark.
"Did you even hear yourself?!?" Ben yelled. "I can't believe how disgusting you are! What made you think that – "
Cash tuned Ben out during the tirade. Between the pain from the slap and the yelling, his ears were beginning to ring. 'Oh well, at least he's talking to me...' Cash thought while holding his bruised cheek.
