“So. Reyes. We need to talk.”
“Yeah? *sits back* *casually spreads his thighs* *puts one boot up high on the table which Jack hates but he’s kinda distracted* *puts arms behind his head like a fuckboi and gives Jack a good look at his hairy pits* what’s up, Morrison.”
“…Nothing.” (his cock. his cock is what’s up.) “Your boys are doing good work. ‘s all I wanted to say.”
“Yeah whatever. we’re gonna crush your unit in the next soccer match.”
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