oh! hey guys! he hugs all of them. the guys make sure to keep their asses arched back to avoid genital contact.
i'm surprised you're even walking yet, stu.
really? no memory? stu shakes his head, wide-eyed, scared.
well, i must say, stu, i'm a little hurt.
well, duh? yeah?
oh, honey, you were everything. stu whimpers. vick and alan exchange a look, holy shit!
but you were nothing like vick.
i know, i'm sort of over group stuff too, but alan insisted. now it's alan's turn to look stunned.
actually, after the anger went away, it was really quite tender. the guys look at each other, nauseous.
oh, well, you guys came in near the end of our last set, like 2ish. doug pretty much dragged you in.
oh no, my doug, not your doug. black guy, shaved head? the guys look at each other, confused.
he's a cake designer, he said he met you guys at some sort of birthday party at the rio?
anyway, for the big finale of our show, we always bring someone on stage, and, well, stu, you volunteered pretty aggressively. hey dallas, do we have the video of last night's show?
you were pretty mellow at first, stu, but once we got you into the chaps, you really came alive-- oh, here it is.
you even taught us the pony, which we'd never even heard of before.  on the tv stu gets on all fours on the stage, and eagerly gestures for the dancers to take turns "riding" him. stu's face drops.
and then, of course, the pice de resistance: the ride of the valkyries. on the video stu clutches onto roger from behind as they ride a lavender mechanical bull together. the crowd goes wild.
after the show, we split a couple pitchers of flirtinis, you had our stylist cut your hair like mine, and then you split.
4:30 in the morning? 4:45?
yeah, he had passed out by then, but you carried him out. it was all very officer and a gentleman. the guys look at each other, confused.