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[Montrose leaned forward, playfully shaking Emerich by the shoulders. “Keep up, Emerich! I have to turn him. I’ve gotta seduce him.” He feigned desperation, but it wasn’t too far off from how he was feeling. “Okay, buddy, you—” “I neeeeed him!” Montrose wailed, making sure to pantomime himself fainting onto Emerich’s shoulder. “No, no, you’re right, you pull out all the stops to try and seduce this straight guy, and we’ll see where that leads you.” Emerich said sarcastically. But Montrose takes it to heart. — After a meet-cute with (potentially straight) amateur wrestler, Beef Punchley, Montrose takes the long road to get in his pants.]

“What’s this?” Lyndon asked curiously, his voice a bit hoarse from having been woken up so suddenly. In their line of work, it was somewhat obligatory to feel a certain measure of apprehension upon seeing a firearm, but in Montrose’s hand, it felt more like a joke than an outright threat. Montrose was silent for a few seconds, as if to process Lyndon’s complete lack of fear. “It’s… a gun?” His tone was a little incredulous, and he sounded like he was at a loss for words, having been caught off guard. “Why, though?”

When you've waited this long, all bets are off. Even the ones you made yourself