lance: okay bastian, this here can be roasted and brewed. it's quite good for stress and headaches...

bastian: hmmmm, i still think it's weird...

bastian secretly tossed a question around in his head, wondering how he should ask lance about it all afternoon...



bastian: hey...um...ben said something about you... is it true you're...um...a virgin?

he could feel the heat rush to his cheeks, ashamed about asking a man twice his age about his sex life...



lance: hmmmm, ben said that? well, guess it's an open secret then...

there was the way he said it that unnerved bastian, as if talking about the weather or breakfast.



bastian: b-but aren't you at least a bit...curious? i mean... you're...

bastian fumbled through his words, praying he could find something in his vocabulary to hide his embrassment and curiousity...



lance: bastian, i know it sounds stupid in a day and age like this, but i simply want to find the right person first...

bastian: but you're like THIRTY! i mean, how could you not find the "right" person in that time?

lance: because love isn't that simple...

bastian didn't have enough time to fully comprehend those words because...



bastian: oh my! lance, isn't that your friend?



lance: what? DYLUS?!

lance inwardly panicked. he knew whenever dylus had not have something go his way, he would usually turn to...



...the bottle...

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