Suite 115 | Banyan Tree Resort, Seychelles | Friday Evening

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Well, it had been a pretty slow week for Topher so far, leaving out the safari with Billy and Ace and that weird conversation with Natalie the other day, and maybe a tiny part of him was scandalized and appalled by the fact that some kid he didn't know on the radio had accused him of not being a partier. He was totally capable of partying, okay? Just with people he liked. That was critical.

So what was his solution? That's right. A movie night with some bros.

Well, two bros and a boyfriend. Whatever.

So the beds got pushed together, a thoroughly unreasonable amount of room service was ordered even considering they were four teenage boys, and a really bad movie was on. There were dinosaurs in it, and the dinosaurs had laser guns. That probably said it all.

"I'm sending a copy of this to Ben for whenever he gets to be a person again," Topher declared, leaning forward to grab another handful of Cheetos. "This is gold."

[[for the bros!]]

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"Are we sure that's possible?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...pretty sure."

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Topher did the mental equivalent of a comedian tapping a microphone to verify that it was, in fact, on.

Hmm.

"Well, not a person who can appreciate fine cinematic classics," he said. "Which was my point."

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"Suuuure it was," Tony replied, stealing himself a sandwich.

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Topher responded by flicking a fry in Tony's direction. Then nodded at the TV. "So what do we think, better or worse than your Ratman porn?"

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Well, that fry was being eaten. Tony was classy like that. "Well, the costuming was better in that porn."

Really, Tony?

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"If by 'better' you mean 'more horrifying...'"

Really, Topher? Because some of those dinosaurs were pretty alarming.

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"You're only saying that because there were breasts."

Thank you, Tony. Thank you for clearing that up.

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"Do those count as part of the costume?" That was a disturbing thought. "I was thinking more of those weird see-through socks."

Tights, Topher.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"...panty hose?" Close enough, Tony. Close enough.

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"Is that what they're called? That's the worst name ever." Because he was an expert on these things. "How do they even sell them being called that?"

THEY SOMEHOW MANAGED IT. CRAZY.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Well, they do very nice things for a woman's legs." Oh, Tony. "Like a push up bra for legs."

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"...that sounds like it would hurt."

How uncharacteristically sympathetic, Topher.

"Someone remind me to not try that next time I'm a girl."

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"Push up bras?"

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"No, the other thing." He was imagining tights as a torture device now, Tony, JUST SO YOU KNEW. "I tried a bra last time. It was weird. Ace helped."

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"It made jogging easier." Even though Tony had no bust to speak of as a woman.

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"I did not run into that problem," Topher shared.

Because ahahahaha like he'd voluntarily jog.

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"You don't run." He was onto you, Topher.

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"Very astute." Which meant yes. "Running is evil."

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"Not when you're running from danger."

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"Things I'm Glad I Haven't Had To Do For A While," Topher declared. "Thank you for that, by the way."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"You're going to need it eventually." Like for the next time they were attacked by flying monkeys or something.