The walk from Frank's apartment complex to Ray's was only a few blocks, so Frank arrived pretty shortly after the pair's conversation ended. He walked right into the other apartment, his second house. He hung up his coat and strode into the tv room, he sat on the couch next to his best friend and the started talking.
"Hiya buddy, how's life?" Ray asked.
"Everything's pretty good, just tired recently, I guess." Frank replied, "You?"
"Well, it's getting to be pretty good, I met this girl-"
"You met one!? What're they like?" Frank joked.
"Well, she's amazing, I really think she's the one for me." Ray smiled.
"Oh man, I'm so happy for you! What's her name?"
"Her name's Christa." Ray said, in a love-sick tone.
"I wanna meet her soon!"
"Okay, Why don't you come with us and a few other friends tot he Green Day concert tomorrow night? I promise it'll be fun!" He almost squealed.
"I'd love to, I mean, Green Day and meeting her! But, I'm actually busy tomorrow, I've gotta date." Frank grinned.
"Oh realllllly? What's his name?" Ray asked, seemingly excited.
Frank smiled, and blushed a bit, "His name's Gerard."
"Haha, well, he's already got a cool name. What're you guys gonna do?" Ray inquired.
"We're gonna go see the new Spider-man movie, and hopefully we'll end up hanging out a bit after wards."
Ray winked, knowingly.
"Oh, SHUT UP!" Frank giggled, having gone red in the face.
"Alright, alright," Ray laughed out, as he received a series of friendly punches via Frank, "Hey, tonight's gonna end soon, and we haven't even cracked open my six packs yet."
"Ah, y'know, things never end well when we get drunk together... LET'S DO IT!" Frank enthusiastically shouted.
Ten beers between the two of them and a few hours later their conversations had become a bit skewed...
"RAYMONNNNDDDDD, I'VE GOT YOUR UNDIESSSSSSS!" Frank half screamed- half slurred as he held a full drawer of Ray's boxers just out of the taller mans reach.
"Fraaaaaaannnnkkkkkkkk, give me 'em back -burp- I need thoseee." Ray protested
"Pshhhh, not when CHRISSSS-TA, comes to visit." Frank said, as he tried, and failed, to wink.
"I AM A FUCKING SEXY DUCK!" Ray proclaimed, as he attempted to put two pringles in his mouth at once.
"HELL NO, YOU'RE AN UGLY ASS PLATYPUS!" Frank argued, still clutching the underwear tightly.
"Bitch please," Ray said with the sassiest voice he could muster, "I'm sexxxxayyyy."
"UNDERWEAR FIGHT!" Frank screamed, as he began pelting Ray.
"GAHHHHH!!! I'M DYING!!!" Ray screamed as he dizzily crumpled to the ground.
He didn't budge at all until the next morning, Frank ended up half on the couch half off of it, surrounded by Ray's boxers.