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I officially think it's look at Tommy Quincy funny day cause it's like the 12th time she's looked at me like that in like an hour. "You two are going to Europe?" Mason says with a quirk of his brow. "It's a new development from like the last hour," she says with a look that tells me they'll be discussing me later. Can you say awkward?
"So Jude it's about that time," I say trying to make her get the hint. She looks at me weirdly AGAIN, but Mason gets it. And for that he gets a gold star in my book, cause he's no cock block. Although I'm not gunna be gettin any. Whatever it's a future reference.
"Yeah Jude you should head back, it seems like the fun was just beginning," Mason so perfectly states. Just for that next time we record, I'm not gunna make him stay late. See I am a nice guy. Jude shrugs her shoulders but follows me none the less. And it's just my luck to, she follows me back. There are few times a day when I can check out her ass and now could have been one of them. Betcha she isn't even taking this opportunity to check me out.
We get in the studio and take our respective seats. "I know for a fact it's my turn to question you." "I'm surprised you remembered, I didn't think you were still functioning by that point." I may not always be able to think coherently or process enough to be able to speak when you're in my close proximity Jude Harrison, but there is always one incredibly large aspect of my anatomy that functions impeccably well.
"Part of me is always at work." "A measly 22 cm doesn't count Quincy." She may know exactly what I'm talking about but to insult my size! The virgin insulting my size! "Well it's more than you can handle." All she does is laugh . . . again. When did sex with me become so damn funny!
"Just ask your question Tommy," she gets out between her stifled laughs. Oh the things I can ask her. I could totally pry into her wants, desires . . . sexual dream world. So much possibility, so why is is that I say this, "What's your favorite kind of ice cream?" This smile comes over her face and I know that smile. It's the one that screams good memories. You know the one I'm talking about, they smile then you smile cause they're so damn happy if only for a minute as they tell the story. Here comes the story.
"On tour in the states there was this place called the Plush Pony. I know corny name, I personally would have rejected it for that reason alone had I not been in need for some serious sugar. So we get into this place and it's packed. I mean really packed which makes no sense to me cause we're in the the middle of freaking bufu. We find out cause of how damn quaint it is that they make their own ice cream.
'I'm the first to order and I think hey I'll treat myself so I order a two scoop sundae. I decided to try two new flavors too. I choose black cow and coffee-n-cream. How can you go wrong with coffee and soda? So not only was the ice cream orgasmically good but they weren't just scoops of ice cream, they were fistfuls of ice cream. It brought a whole new meaning to spoiling your dinner." Her smile stayed and she lets out this little laugh.
Now what in the world was the point of that whole damn monologue? Other than making me think of Jude and ice cream together and what an amazing combination that'd be, I have no clue. But the honest to god truth, oh lord I can't believe I'm actually admitting this, it's kinda cute and endearing. Shut up I'm not getting soft. "But other than that ice cream orgasm, I almost always opt for mint chocolate chip."
Have you ever wondered how females are able to just randomly throw that word around? And Jude damn she's always using it, like it doesn't mean what it actually means. She can blatantly refer to sex but dear god if I did I'd be crucified. But not only that she's using such a powerful term for ice cream.
Only girls who're virgins or have only had bad sex could ever compare sex to food. Or at least they've never had sex with me. You would never hear one of the girls I've been with say, "This ice cream is better than sex with little Tommy Q." Never I tell ya.
"Well that was a very complete answer." What is my problem with saying anything that remotely resembles what I'm in fact thinking? Oh right because I'm as sure I'd get slapped as I'm sure Sadie's gunna get caught under Liam's desk again. God was that disgustingly hilarious all at the same time.
Me and Jude went to his office to ask him something and we walked in on a very laid back Liam. Not a normal occurrence. He has his hands behind his rolled back head with his eyes closed. That is until he heard us and moved much to Sadie's shock. I know for damn sure he swore rather loudly, as clear as day, "son of a bitch," but I swear I heard the next part.
Jude swears she heard him say it too, "You bit me!" And if you looked really close you could see the tears in the corners of his eyes. Damn I'd be balling if a girl took a bite out of me. It was a little later on when Jude noticed a high heel coming out from underneath the very desk that had just "bit" him. It also happened to be Jude's.
And well Jude happened to be sitting right next to me while Liam was trying to form coherent sentences. I gotta give the guy credit though, he did a hell of a lot better than I would if I had Jude under my desk. Oh my god must dwell on that thought.
Jude underneath my desk. She'd be smart enough to not bite, but maybe a little nip here and there to tease me. Crap but again not my office or my desk cause my desk leaves my legs in plain view. God damn is Darius a freaking cock block. That's alright I can always go to Liam's office. That lucky bastard actually has privacy. That'd make it even more dangerous. Damn I'm an adrenaline junkie. Oh well, happy thoughts of Jude and Jude's mouth and her tongue and . . .
"What are you thinking about?" "That time we caught Sadie biting off a piece of Liam under his desk." At least that's what I would have said had it not been for the fact that my mind was clouded with sexual urges. This is what I really said . . .