“Hey there, Fresh- I know it’s Valentine’s, AKA a super fuckin weird time to ask you this, but can we like- hang later? Got some spare change, and I wanna fuck round withcha.” Greaser asks, keeping up his cool demeanor the best he can. He was nervous to ask Fresh out on valentines- all he knew is that he wanted to do it- but no, of course he didn’t like him… that’d be absurd. Totally.

“We can go to the arcade together, or we can mess around in my place. Your pick, man.”