David didn’t care for cheesy sci-fi films of the B-movie variety. Jake attempted to explain that if you took them on their own merits they were great entertainment. Hell, sometimes they were so bad they ended up being good. This turned into a much longer conversation than it had any right to be, with both of them finding video clips online to serve as evidence.
The debate was winding down when David looked at the time on his laptop. “Twelve-oh-six,” he said. “It’s afternoon.”
“You’ve gotta help me out here. Does that mean you want me to claim you, or you’d rather wait but you think we have to do it now? Because we absolutely don’t have to.”
“I want you to.”
He’d suspected as much. Better safe than sorry, though. “Do you have any s****l experience?”
“Only with myself.”
“Okay, what’ve
