the loser takes another shot.

he walked into the room with the american accent, and the baritone voice and the very vocal intent of getting drunk

and you sit there, in the kitchen, while he pours himself a drink

and you ask him about where he is from.

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you kiss him next to his lips, the place where they fold up against each other.

he calls you sweet, he says he likes boys who are dirty.

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you kiss his neck and bite at his collarbone.

but you soon realize everyone else has kissed his lips (and his tonsils) but you.