Boy Toy Page #3

- Have a sandwich, buddy.

- It's okay.

- What's up with that?

- I'm sorry.

- Enough.

- Have a seat, baby.

- You are out of control.

- Why you gotta flirt with everyone, eh?

I leave you for two minutes,

you're starting fights in my bar.

- I built this for you. It's yours. It's my gift.

- All right, all right.

Why you gotta look at him...

pale boy over there?

Did you do your

astrology magic?

- I did indeed.

- Yes, did it work?

Apparently it's

one-in-four chances,

and the rest is just luck,

so, I don't know, the best odds I'll ever get.

- Hi Jake.

- Jesus. What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

Hello.

Yeah, we should put

a bell around your neck.

How did your audition go?

Apparently he's not Middle America

enough. He's been weeping in his beer

- for like 20 minutes.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe Mouse can help

you feel better.

Maybe Mouse can keep

her hands to herself.

Wait a sec. What the hell are you

doing here anyways?

Aren't you supposed

to be at work?

Yeah, well,

things got a little firm

at the firm

and I had sex

with a client.

I'm sorry.

You had sex with your client?

- So you got fired?

- Shocking.

- Wow.

- My boss found out about it,

- so I had sex with him too.

- Nice.

- And so then we both got fired.

- That's interesting.

That's great.

That makes two of us

who don't have jobs

or any money.

This is one of my favorite

places in town.

I'll get you

the cream-filled skin roll.

- Let's go.

- Ooh, nice.

- What a bottom feeder.

- Let's sit down, no?

He's for hire.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, he's for hire?

- Yeah, like an escort.

- There's no such thing as a male escort.

- Oh, you guys are so naive.

- That guy's a prostitute?

He's a pretty hot item

in the cougar world.

Five years younger,

I would suck your face off right here.

- Waiter!

- You should go bust in on them,

because compared to

his little faucet,

yours is a freakin'

fire hose.

She would flip.

- Everybody know Jake has a giant dick.

- Yeah, I'm just saying...

Waiter, two martinis,

please.

Cha-cha-cha.

Women would pay for

that muscle of yours.

Guys, enough.

I mean, come on.

Yes, that's exactly

what you need.

Hey, barkeep, can we get

a round of drinks?

Look, now Jorge's

pouring drinks.

Whoo! One for you,

one for you...

- You're not qualified.

- Jorge, can you pass me a vodka?

Two for you and for you.

Looking good.

Jorge, get me another

beer too, will you?

- Jorge.

- Ah.

He just does this now.

More. Come on.

Whoo!

I love you.

Oh God.

Good morning, sunshine.

What are you doing here?

I slept over, silly.

Oh God.

Did we have sex?

Feels like we had sex.

Don't worry about it,

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