A knowing smirk played on Dawson's lips as he weaved his way through the throng of dancers, effectively interrupting Darryl's make out with Blondie. Dawson was not surprised by the sight. In fact, he had never expected less from Darryl.
When he got Darryl's text that they should have a drink at the club, he knew Darryl would never leave without having a fling. Undoubtedly, he had already met one, a Blondie to be precise.
Dawson shaked his head as she settled down on the sofa opposite the sofa Darryl and Blondie occupied. Darryl untangled himself from Blondie, he whispered into her ears and this caused her to giggle before taking her leave.
“Do you have a specific taste for women? Dawson asked Darryl as he watched him straighten his shirt, dusting away the remnants of his make-out ses
