It's too much, almost more than he's ever felt like he deserved, enough to make the hot and stupid feeling in Richie's stomach do a strange flip-flop. But he ignores that to kiss Carmen again, undeserving but greedy. It's getting easier each time, kissing him, thinking I'm kissing Carmy.

"No, fuckhead," he says, when he pulls back. Spends a little time looking down at Carmy's tits before he looks back up at him. "Who fucks people on a table? It's a table. That's unsanitary. Not to mention uncomfortable. No, cousin, I'm going to lay you out on what I assume is a fucking futon on the floor and I'm going to take my fucking time, because I know how to do this and I'm not a fucking teenager. So if you want that to happen you'd better hurry up and take your fucking.. d-cups with you. Jesus Christ, who even needs muscles like that? You're like the fucking statue of fucking David. How do you even have time to get those fucking gains?"