Coming Out... Sorta...

"Salut." Trent knocked back the shot like a pro, barely even wincing at the tequila afterburn, then looked from Chad to the three girls he'd just been trying to talk to. "Chad, these ladies are beautiful. But they don't understand English. I think they're from Greece." One of the three nodded adamantly at that, and Trent smiled back wistfully. The shorter of the trio was very definitely giving Chad the eye. "So sad. I was trying to invite them for the cruise later but I don't know how well that's going." He smiled again more brightly, holding up a hand with five fingers spread wide. "Five O'clock." He then pointed to his wrist, which may have worked better if he'd actually been wearing a watch. "Senor Frog's. Yes?"

The girl with the kite laughed. "Yes. Senor Frog's. πέντε."

Chad grinned. "Wish I could help, but I don't speak Greek."

"That's okay. Another thing tequila is great for is breaking down the language barriers."

He held up his empty shot glass and waved out at the girls with a questioning look. They giggled, and the short one whispered something to the one with the kite which made the blonde with them grin most wickedly. She shook her head, though, and started reeling in the kite.

"Senor Frogs. Five." She pointed at the shot glass and winked as her friends packed up the kite. "Bai bai, Trent. Five."

He smiled and waves as they walked off, and then sighed, and swore. "Damnit, Chad. This is clearly all your fault. What time is it?"

"How's it my fault? It's 3:00."

"It's because you smell like a homo," he explained patiently. "They're Greek, their entire history is all about gay sex. They can tell these things."

"I do not. I specifically left my homo cologne in College Station."

"Oh - I thought homo cologne was just 'someone other dude's mansweat'."

"It is, but they bottle it and resell it for fifty bucks a bottle. Just in case there is no other dude to rub his mansweat on you, and ,as you can see, I am alone.

"If they don't come back at five, I'm still blaming you." Trent shrugged and stretched. "Do you want another round, or are you gonna go back to watching Steve play frisbee and drinking AJ's shitty beer?"

Chad smiled,"Steve is a very pretty boy, but I may steal someone elses beer."

(~fin~)