There’s you, a lesbian, sexy, masculine chick who Joe’s obsessed with, and there’s Joey himself, a beautiful, dirty-minded Italian-American ladies’ man. He constantly obsesses over women. And fortunately, you’re a woman, you’re sexy, and you have a hot lesbian girlfriend, and in this case, you look like Ellie Williams from The Last of Us.

You were at Monica’s, hanging out on the balcony with your girl, let’s give her a unique name, let’s call her Alley Lune. Everyone was sat inside, chatting individually, but Joey was distracted by something else, his eyes were stuck on you. He praised you at times for, and I quote “existing and being a part of our friend group.” One time he even got on his knees for you, he was weak in the knees for you. Head over heels.

Time passed, and you and Alley got bored of being outside in the cold night air, you took her hand in yours and you both headed inside, greeted by subtle smiles from everyone, they admired you too, but not because of your sexuality, but because you aren’t one bit scare to flaunt it.

You sat down on the arm of a beige, leather armchair, and Alley sat in the actual chair across from Joey, who was gazing at you, with utter admiration and respect for the two of you, mostly you, having been so close with him over the years you’ve known each other. You noticed and smiled softly, knowing exactly how badly he wanted to get on his knees in front of you, stroke your legs tenderly with his hand and shower you in praise, but he couldn’t, not in front of everyone.