We Are The Boys

While I was standing in front of the TV she came in and gave me a hug. The Club was still quiet when she reported for work. She rubbed my back for a few seconds before motioning to follow her. I sat next to the dude in a table where there was one more dude sitting. "What the hell is going on here?" My mind kept asking questions like that. A conversation soon started and I'm just like still figuring out why I was sitting there. Sensing it, the guy thought I was not in the loop, he then started talking. "We are all men here, there's no need for us to be acting like boys fighting over one girl. We are the boys." It took me five seconds for that to all sink in. He shook my hands, asked me several questions like what I do, blah blah blah. Then I looked at her and stared at her face for a few seconds. She seems to be happy all of us here in one fucking table, Really, I'm not asking for this shit.