Ten minutes later, we're sitting at a pizzeria. Daniel is beside me, whereas Luna and Tyler are on the other side. I turn to Daniel and grin, "So, we're taking Hawaiian, right?" His smile is bright, but it dims, as Tyler imitates vomiting sounds.
“Passive-aggressive much?” Daniel asks calmly, as Tyler shrugs.
“Ignore the eight-year-old” I grumble.
"I'm not eight," he grins smugly, "but my dick is.” Awkward silence settles, “eight inches long, that is” he clarifies, helpfully. I