Paper Planes

"I'm getting tired of killing nazis and zombies, wanna make out?"
"Sure... why not?"
"Do you need another tequila shot?"
"Sure... why not?"
"Lime and salt?"
"I guess... "
"This light is not working out for me, do you mind if I switch it off?"
"Whatever, it's your house, you can do whatever you want"
"I think I might also need another beer, do you want one?"
"I don't think so, I need to drive home"
"OK, I think I'm ready now"
"Good for you"
"Do you want me to be on top or do you want to be on top?"
"I don't mind... whatever... could you just turn off the Xbox please, it's so fucking loud"
"Sure thing"
"Good... actually you know what, I think it's late and I have to go home"
"Really? You are such a freaking teaser"
"Yeah, maybe"
"It's all right I guess... I wasn't feeling it either"
"Yeah whatever...anyways, thank you for the paper planes"
"You are welcome freckles"