Page 7 of Ghost
Mitch settled down with a bowl of soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.He set a fresh beer on the small table they were using as a coffee table and put the bag of pretzels between them.He turned towards Mason.“This is kinda perfect.”
“Yeah, it is.”Mason took a slurp of his soup.“This is good, thanks.And thanks for looking out for my ass.”
“Hey man, I told you, I don’t swing that way.”Mitch snickered, almost choking on his soup.
“Fuck you,” Mason said, trying his best not to smile.
“Nope, won’t be doin’ none of that neither.”
“Shut up and watch the game?”Mason chomped down on a pretzel.“These are good too.”
“Yup, now shut up, they’re about to do the national anthem.”Mitch smirked.“I don’t think you should stand up for it though.You’d prob’ly fall on your face and then I’d have to take you back to that hospital.”
Mason chuffed.“Not happening.”
“Although...that nurse was pretty hot.Not much in the way of tits, though.”
“I didn’t notice,” Mason said flatly.“Not really into...teets.”
Mitch roared.“She wasn’t a cow, you dipshit.”
“Yeah, still not my thing.”
“Shut up.First pitch.”
“Now that’s what I call a fine ass,” Mason commented, lifting his soda towards the pitcher on the mound, the batter stepping into the batter’s box.
“Can we not have commentary on the asses of the players?”Mitch complained.
“Okay, I’ll make you a deal.”Mason turned his head slightly to look at his friend.“You don’t talk about chicks, and I won’t talk about dicks.”
“Deal,” Mitch said, holding his hand out to shake on it.
Mason shook Mitch’s hand.“I didn’t say anything about the rest of their bodies though!”
“Oh fuck,” Mitch groaned.“Shut up and eat your soup.”
