* @carsonrcwe !
‘ pal -- mate -- bro, ’ grimacing at the last one he used, lance held his index finger up pointing at the other male, lips pursed. ‘ -- you know what, i give you full permission to punch me if i ever use that again. ’ a grin appearing on his face, lance planted a hand on carson’s shoulder, excitement clear on his face as he looked at him -- one of his closest friends that remained in contact with him even when he was away to follow his dreams of NFL. ‘ if i don’t have a good drink shoved down my throat in the next ten minutes, i’ll lose it. come on, drinks on me. ’














