"I mean,” A soft huff left Zane’s lips as he leant slightly over the side of the car, chewing the inside of his cheek as he glanced down at the pavement below them. “At least it’s, what, ten-thirty? So we won’t get shit on my birds -- even they’re not dumb enough to find themselves stuck at this altitude when it’s this cold outside. And -- I think I can see a little girl laughing at me down there, so that’s the end of sight-seeing time.” He let out another sigh, kicking back against the seat they were strapped to as he finally glanced over at the female sitting next to him. “You alright?”

“I would pass you a napkin, but I don’t feel like it would help.” He was playing up the fake puzzled expression considerably, trying with all his might to contain the teasing smirk that was threatening to break out across his lips. “Maybe vocal therapy will help. I mean, I know I’m hot, but -- there’s really no need to drool.”

“I left for five minutes. Literally -- to pee. And before you judge, I was wasted, and hence, I peed slow. I came back, and I mean she must've thought I’d ditched her or something because she was half way through trying to take my sister’s shirt off, also completely wasted. Keelin looked terrified, by the way. Well, not really terrified, but -- startled. Y’know, that look you’d get in your eyes if you were babysitting, you got back home after a trip to the supermarket and realised you’d left the kid on the bus. That was on its way to the airport.” A pause followed, as a mildly tipsy Zane’s brows furrowed. “So, all in all, I'm pretty sure that’s the story of how my last girlfriend was gayer than the L.A Pride Parade.”

"--Okay, well first off, don't look too pleased with yourself, because I know exactly how you're gonna react to this and I'm just saying don't. I can already feel you smirking. And second -- it's not a date. But that being said, I do need someone to come with me to see my parents this weekend. And Keelin's bringing a girl who is incredibly hot, and I'm sure it's just to torment me -- so I figured taking you, who she sees all over my Instagram constantly and always says 'fuck, she's hot', would be an apt way to get my own back. Think she has a crush on you. Hey, maybe she'll turn you someday, you can get married and live happily ever after and I'll start calling you 'sis'."

"You're studying. Ahuh." Zane's lips pursed momentarily, fighting back the urge to release a light and rather awkward laugh as he shuffled on his feet just outside the doorway. "And that's code for, there's somebody here, and you're probably not studying." It was obvious, from the way they carefully kept glancing behind them, to the slightly embarrassed look crossing their features that he was right. And so the male just did a half-turn, readying himself to wander away again. "Well. I'm just gonna-- y'know. Go."