That is rough and not what I expected. So many questions. Since when are Jenny and Luca a thing? I thought he was into Stacy. Why wouldn't Stacy come back if she's not marrying Luca? Also—"
"Ken, no more questions. The suit. I need the suit," I interrupted him, acutely aware of our very small window of time as I took the jacket off for him.
"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body.
"Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said.
"There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall.
"Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?"
