Next Morning - Diner
"Well, look who showed up - the loser," Brian dryly commented as he sipped some black coffee from his china mug at the counter.
"I was about to say the same thing," Emmett retorted as he slid onto the empty seat next to him. "And I can't wait to go down there and watch YOU go down - finally."
Brian smirked at the double entendre as he snorted. "In your dreams, Honeycutt - Justin and I have this in the bag."
"Justin?" Emmett asked curiously as he played with a straw, trying hard to sound uninterested and unconcerned, but secretly wondering if Brian had an authentic reason to sound so sure of himself or if he was just being his same, old, arrogant self. He thought he heard a distinctive tone of pride in Brian's voice this time, however, that wasn't normally there.
"He's my dancing instructor - and he's damn good at it, too," Brian explained. "Trust me - your boy will be the one going down, NOT me." He smirked. "What a shame he won't be going down on YOU. I guess you'll just have to worship his cock from afar."
Emmett opened his mouth to immediately correct his conceited friend, but instantly thought better of it. He would derive immense satisfaction from correcting Brian - in reality, he knew from personal experience that Drew could definitely keep up with the best of the cocksuckers in his opinion - but if he told Brian that, he would also know that he knew all along about Drew's sexuality and had entered into their bet deceptively. The only thing worse than Brian making fun of him was Brian on a vengeful rampage after feeling like he had been misled. No, if he wanted to continue enjoying Drew's 'attention' - and stay in one piece - it was best he keep his mouth shut for now.
"Well, I guess we'll find out tonight," he commented as he hurriedly caught the attention of the waiter to order his favorite - pecan pancakes. "May the best man win."
"Oh, he will, Honeycutt," Brian deadpanned as he threw a $10 bill down on the counter and to Emmett's relief rose from his stool; he patted Emmett's shirt sleeve patronizingly as Emmett glared up at him. "He will." Smirking once more in conviction, Brian gathered up his keys and turned to leave.