"Fuckin' shit," he mumbled, embarrassed as he face-palmed himself. He could feel his cheeks growing hot at the thought of saying such a thing. [i]"'Don't worry about it,' she said,"[/i] he mocked. [i]"'You were just drunk,' she said."[/i]

An awkward moment passed as he mentally punched himself, but stopped to realize that he wasn't lying. Lydia did have the nicer breast while Dillon did have a nice ass. He mentally punched himself again, [i]"No! Not now! Focus!"[/I]

Adrian stood up from his meditating spot and awkwardly walked over to the jacuzzi that Lydia sat in. "So... did I say anything else... like that?" Adrian wasn't sure how to broach the subject, it was already embarassing and uncomfortable enough. 

"Really? You actually saw that?" Dillon's stomach dropped at the thought of such a thing, at the thought of being eviscerated. It made her quiver from anxiety and fear. "Oh damn... I-I... We should tell them. We need to tell Adrian and Steelia. Otherwise... that could be us. We need to figure something out."