“Pretty sure I had just as much dick in my mouth as you did earlier,” Beck says with a smile. “That’s pretty gay.” Cohen chokes on his drink. “Okay, okay, you’re both the winners.” “What’s wrong?” I ask as Cohen’s cheeks go red. “You’ll make out with your friends, but you draw the line at blowjobs? You’re missing out.” “You really are,” Grant agrees, apparently finished with whatever mushy shit he was whispering in Zach’s ear. “You’re a bunch of assholes, and I hate you,” Cohen says into his beer.
