Mitchel and I went out to dinner Saturday night, we ate steaks in Northcote.
We came home and lay on the couch, afterwards, Shane was on the other couch, definitely moping.
David wanted Shane to go to Megafist, Shane was resisting saying, what was the point, it would only turn to shit, life was screwed woe was he.
Mark W. got into him about the failure of their relationship, again.
Matt's mum was about to die, after knowing she was sick for only four weeks.
Shane doesn't do stress or single very well.
"All the more reason you should come to megafisterama," said David with a big smile and a flourish of his hands.
I could tell Mitchel was turned on by the discussions of fisting, there was a definite sparkle in his eye. Shane also commented on it, afterwards. Down boy, I thought.
One problem was that we were out of pot and Shane didn't fancy taking d's if he didn't have pot to come home to. Everyone was impressed when Mitchel procured us pot at midnight. His status in the house was suddenly raised to genius, the nice thing was that I don't think he realised.
Then it was mentioned that a certain Gary was going to the fisting party, who Shane fancied. We all saw the sparkle return to Shane's eye and David knew his work was done.
"Gary? Really? Are you sure?"
David would have confirmed it no matter what, if it meant Shane would head out with him.
Then David and Shane were filing their nails furiously, no rough bits allowed, as Mitchel slid one hand through another and smiled cheekily at me. "Huh, forget it," I had to finally say. He and I watched TV, cuddled and kissed.
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