Ah, good. An open and willing mind. Arcade hates tequila but Neil is cute. "God, I hope I didn't say that out loud." I don't think I did. Maybe-- "That was probably too much," he says, staring at the shot glass. He squints. The glass is blurry. Or dirty. "I don't remember if this was clean." What had he been doing? Oh, right. Neil.

Neil who has the sex problems of a boyfriend with a too high appetite. "I told you it'd be better to look elsewhere," Arcade says, pointing the glass at Neil. "Now look at this... coming to me for advice. You know the last time I had sex was... Probably five years ago. You were probably underage then. Now I just have sex with myself." Too much information. Too much. But. "But hey. That's what you want information on, right? Jerking the gherkin."