"You have no phobias?" Chimney, ever the skeptic, asked his boyfriend.
"Do you have any?" Tommy shot back, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Nice defense, Kinard."
"Thank you, Han."
"Please stop flirting right in front of me," Hen begged, tipping her shot back so she could down the alcohol as quickly as possible to get this image out of her head.
Chimney and Tommy exchanged a horrified look. "Sorry. No more flirting," Chimney vowed.
"Well, that's a fucking lie but I really appreciate the effort." Hen flagged down the waitress and ordered more shots.
She watched in horrified fascination as Tommy leaned over the table to kiss Chimney. They definitely weren't about to stop this mating ritual.