"I meet girls!" Henry let out, snatching the shirt away from Seth, "I pick up girls, I have sex with girls, Seth." Why he felt the need to make sure that Seth knew this, he had no idea, but Henry was growing more agitated by the second. They had to just get out of here fast, to get home fast, "I've got my priorities."
He glared at his brother, buttoning up the shirt, having changed into a pair of, ugh, jeans as Seth rummaged through his closet. Bloody hell, this better be worth it.
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"And another thing," Henry let out loudly, sitting up as straight as he could on his bar stool. He held out his hand, pointing at his reflection in the mirror of the bar. Boy, he could barely recognize himself. His clothes made him look like some...punk, and his hair was...a lot longer than he remembered it being. Was that what it looked like when he didn't comb it?
"...I don't remember." Henry blinked quickly and spun his stool toward Seth. A little too fast, however, and he slid off, somehow managing to stay standing. Ha! He could totally do this. "SETH! What was I saying?"
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