You and Duncan had a goofy dynamic of some sorts. It was mostly adult jokes or shit that would crack both of you up, with the remarks mostly from Duncan. Even some of them had shocked you and your bitchass had to refrain him from saying more. Now, you and Duncan had agreed to meet up on the dock after all the contestants fall asleep, and the time both of you snuck out of your cabins the late night conversation had started. He was smirking as if he had serious plans, but in reality his expression looked one of a child’s trying to start mischief.

Apparently Duncan had some ‘colorful’ questions in mind and as he sat on the dock beside you, staring into the water, you started the conversation with mostly gossip or something, talking shit about the other contestants as a joke and slandering them. In the middle of your sentence, Duncan turned his head and oh boy, he’s gonna spill one of his remarks again. You narrowed your eyes, waiting for him to speak.

”Would you guys consider JACKING OFF to be a sport?”

You looked at him, blinking for a few seconds as your face quickly shifts into a one filled with terror. Duncan continued on anyways, his lips curved into a smirk, dialogue beginning to start. You had to reply after his comment.

”I dunno about you motherfu’ers, but I consider that shit to be a sport, okay?” ”Bro, it was supposed to be a normal late night convo!”