“No, we’re sorting this out right now!” Daisy asserts, glowering at the boys after sitting them at opposite ends of the sofa. “We’re talking about this.”
“Men don’t really talk about this sort of…” Tim starts only to have a pillow tossed at his head.
“Mike. You start.”
“Inauh…” he shrugs.
“Fine. Tim?”
“There’s nothing to start, it’s just sort of an organic thing…”
“There needs to be a plan! How are we supposed to make this work without organization?”
“It’s just sex; it’s not like a pub rotation…” Tim rolls his eyes, finally giving in. “Me and him first.”
Not Difficult (Spaced, Daisy/Tim/Mike. Teen)
“Men don’t really talk about this sort of…” Tim starts only to have a pillow tossed at his head.
“Mike. You start.”
“Inauh…” he shrugs.
“Fine. Tim?”
“There’s nothing to start, it’s just sort of an organic thing…”
“There needs to be a plan! How are we supposed to make this work without organization?”
“It’s just sex; it’s not like a pub rotation…” Tim rolls his eyes, finally giving in. “Me and him first.”