AND THEN THEY KISSED THE END.
(Or, How My Swap Story Got Suddenly Much Easier to Write, a play in many, many perverted acts.)
I am very amused by the couple behind them who appeared to be filled with wonder and rage.
Chris was there, too? Lance?? Holy Guacamole. I feel faint. Where's fucking Fatone when you need him? Bastard. ♥