Wow. I've never been in... uh..."

"A fag's bedroom before."

"Yeah."

"Well don't touch anything. It's contagious.

We forgot to get sheets," Danny said.
"And dish-towels... I don't own a single dish-towel!" Kevin added his own problems.
"And bathroom stuff."
"Not even paper towels! God – how could I forget paper towels!"
"I'll start a list... uh... Got anything I can write on?"
"No. Make that first on the list."
"Got anything I can write with?"
"Maybe we'd better just go, Danny... before it gets worse.

Kevin", his father began, "I've been thinking about it – I guess I was kind of carried away. It's just that I've waited so long for my old school to make it to the Regionals... I suppose I was living it vicariously through you. Keith says you're not going to fail, after all. Is that right?"

"Looks like I'll make it. I know it's hard to believe..."

"Yes, it is. I was hoping you could get a football scholarship, you know. Something to waive the entrance requirements, because I don't know what college would take you-"

"Yeah. Thanks a lot Dad," Kevin said sarcastically. He already knew what his father thought of him and didn't need to be reminded yet again.

"Oh, come on. You know perfectly well that you're too stupid to-"

"That's not what my boyfriend says. Oh, by the way, Dad – I'm a faggot. Did I mention that?"

"... Kevin – get your stuff, and get out."

"Gladly.

Fun isn't what it used to be.

What if you died?"

"I'd sit up there on the edge of my cloud and throw stuff at you."

"Jordy!"

"Daniel!"

"I love you."

"I know. I love you too.

When he was done adding sloe gin and grenadine, Danny shoved the glass across the counter to Drew. "Try that and tell me what it needs."
Drew took a sip, then coughed and set the glass down. "That's awful."
Danny scowled and tossed a dripping tablespoon at him. "You're awful. I'm looking for constructive feedback, asshole. What does it need?"
Drew threw the tablespoon back. "It needs to be taken out and shot."
"Make your own damn drink, Mr. Mixology.