They're in Joel's apartment, alone, drunk off their asses and making stupid bets with one another; they don't want to call it truth or dare because they weren't at a middle school sleep-over and really it was all dares anyway. Joel had just finished doing something that had reduced them both to tears in a fit of laughter, so obviously it was his turn to have Sonny do something.
"You want me to what?"
Joel laughed renewed, almost doubling over from the intensity. "What dude, you too scared to do it? I guess that means I win-"
Of course that would goad Sonny into it, seeing as the other man cut him off mid sentence, "Fuck you! 'M not scared asshole, but, fuck... Whatever man, fine." He hesitated for only a moment before throwing Joel a glare and stalking off up the stairs to Joel's bedroom.
Okay maybe betting him that he wouldn't go put on some of Lindsey's clothes wasn't the best idea, but it sounded like it would be absolutely hysterical. For him. It's only a few minutes until he hears Sonny say from upstairs, "Fuck... Nope. Uh-uh, this ain't happenin'."
Of course, that only makes Joel more curious, and he really wants to see this. "C'mon Skrilly! Get down here man," He has the mental image of Sonny swimming in one of Lindsey's tracksuits or some of her jeans and one of her stupid T-shirts, and Joel starts laughing again because in his mind, Sonny would look pissed that he's shorter than even his girlfriend and the clothing would be baggy in weird places and tight in others due to different body shapes, and...
"No fuck you Joel, I look like an idiot." Sonny does sound pissed, and Joel really wants to see him now.
"You said you would, c'mon dude! 'S not like anyone else is around," His tone of voice is making it sound like this is a really really good idea, and Joel is really hoping that Sonny just mans the fuck up and comes down. "Nobody'll ever hear about this, stays between you an' me, okay? I swear. No pictures, no nothin'."
He almost misses the defeated sigh, but feels like he won a small victory when Sonny half shouts, "You laugh and I'm gonna fuckin' kill you man."
Titleless piece of crap Part 1
"You want me to what?"
Joel laughed renewed, almost doubling over from the intensity. "What dude, you too scared to do it? I guess that means I win-"
Of course that would goad Sonny into it, seeing as the other man cut him off mid sentence, "Fuck you! 'M not scared asshole, but, fuck... Whatever man, fine." He hesitated for only a moment before throwing Joel a glare and stalking off up the stairs to Joel's bedroom.
Okay maybe betting him that he wouldn't go put on some of Lindsey's clothes wasn't the best idea, but it sounded like it would be absolutely hysterical. For him. It's only a few minutes until he hears Sonny say from upstairs, "Fuck... Nope. Uh-uh, this ain't happenin'."
Of course, that only makes Joel more curious, and he really wants to see this. "C'mon Skrilly! Get down here man," He has the mental image of Sonny swimming in one of Lindsey's tracksuits or some of her jeans and one of her stupid T-shirts, and Joel starts laughing again because in his mind, Sonny would look pissed that he's shorter than even his girlfriend and the clothing would be baggy in weird places and tight in others due to different body shapes, and...
"No fuck you Joel, I look like an idiot." Sonny does sound pissed, and Joel really wants to see him now.
"You said you would, c'mon dude! 'S not like anyone else is around," His tone of voice is making it sound like this is a really really good idea, and Joel is really hoping that Sonny just mans the fuck up and comes down. "Nobody'll ever hear about this, stays between you an' me, okay? I swear. No pictures, no nothin'."
He almost misses the defeated sigh, but feels like he won a small victory when Sonny half shouts, "You laugh and I'm gonna fuckin' kill you man."