Hugh chucked his coat onto a bunk and headed for the beer fridge in the galley, stepping over Tim's legs then tripping over Trent's boot as it was hooked round his shin.
"You're a fucking asshole," Hugh noted good-naturedly, and then pointed at the paper in Tim's hand. "Guys. We got paid last week. It's okay to splash out on a skin mag per person, ya know." Hugh snickered at his own funny.
Tim gave him a leisurely finger. Trent just smirked up at him.
"Okay, children, let uncle Hughie see," said Hugh, holding out his hand.
Trent shook his head solemnly. "Can't do that. Might be a bit much for you."
Hugh grinned. "If I want your porn, I will come and get it. I will take it from you -"
Tim joined in and they went on in sing-song chorus-
"But if you're smart, you'll just give it to me-"
Trent interrupted. "Maybe I'm not smart?"
Hugh shrugged. "Okay," he said, "then I guess we'll just have to agree to agree on that," and pounced.
Twenty seconds of swearing and thrashing later Tim was still on the bunk, nursing the crumpled remains of his cigarette. Trent was somewhere underneath Hugh, getting intimate with some of the more unpleasant things that were to be found in the bus carpeting, and Hugh was triumphant.
"Okay, girls, let's see what you were looking at. I wanna-"
Hugh stopped. "What the fuck?"
Trent said something. It was muffled, but it sounded a lot like "..yfriend's a slut."
Tim suddenly realised he was needed urgently up the front. Or possibly outside. Several blocks away.
[possibly TBC depending *g*]