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"Welcome back!" Cal cheered into the microphone sat in front of him. "It is season two, episode number fifty four, again in the brand new set! Oh yeah, and we also have Millie here with us!"

I waved toward some of the cameras, Chip and Cal clapping.

"I asked Cal to be here early days," I explained and the boy shook his head. "Nah I did, he just picked more important people."

"Bollocks," Chip argued, I shook my head no.

"I was with you both, drunk, and Harry and I don't even know who else, and I said I wanted to be in it when you were just starting it."

"It's true, I can't lie," Cal nodded. "We've kept you for a special moment."

"After Harry."

"Exactly," Cal exclaimed. "Being the second guest of season two is special."

"Hm," I hummed. "Alright then, i'll let you off."

"Anyway, what do you think of the set?" Cal asked me, his hand gesturing around the set.

"It's beautiful, better than the last."

"Bog said the same," Cal told me. "Soulmates."

"I like the options for drinks," I told them, pointing to the walls behind stacked with drink. "Speaking of, i've not been offered one."

"Shit," Chip laughed, placing a carton of Cranberry juice onto the side. "Cranberry and Vodka do?"

"Absolutely," I nodded, and Chip began to fill up a glass of it for me. He slid it over, "thankyou Chippo."

"And what's the wheel for?" I asked them.

"Clearly haven't watched episode one," Cal huffed and I shook my head, having a logical reasoning for it.

"I wanted the set to be a surprise."

"We'll get to it later on," Cal explained, leaning across into the middle and taking a hold of something.  "This is for now though."

"Can I do the honours?" Chip asked, and I looked at them confused. "It might be embarrassing though, the button doesn't work everytime."

"What? Can I press it?"

Chip nodded, so I reached over, hitting the button. It didn't work at first, so Cal groaned, urging me to press it again. I did, and a 'Sambuca Alarm' playing throughout the set, lights on the wall flashing.

"Fuck sake," I whispered to myself, heels of my hands rubbing against my head. "Should've known."

"Pass us one of them small cups, pal," Cal said, pointing to the shelf of glasses behind me. I huffed, handing him one extra for me. "You not a fan?"

"Cannot stand Sambuca," I cringed, watching as he filled each glass with a shots worth. "It knocks me sick."

"May need a bucket," Chip spoke towards the other end of the set, camera men nodding. One scurried away, grabbing a bucket and placing it on the end of the bar where I was sitting.

"Well, there's yours," Cal said, sliding the glass towards me. "Try your best to keep it in."

I gave him a thumbs up, pressing my glass with his and Chip's, before pouring it back, swallowing it with my eyes screwed shut.

"Rank," I shook my head, tongue out as I grabbed my normal drink, taking a large sip, clearing the taste of the Sambuca.

"So what do you take for shots?"

"Vodka," I replied. "Go to is Vodka and Sourz, beautiful."

"Decent," Cal nodded. "What's your favourite sourz?"

"That's a good one," I hummed, sitting forward. My chin was resting on my knuckle. "I'm gonna go OG and go Apple, can't go wrong."

"Have you tried the Pineapple?" Chip asked. I nodded, "And what do you think?"

"Stunning," I shrugged. "They're all bangin' can never go wrong."

"Speakin' of drinks," Cal started, adjusting his mic. "How was Dubai?"

"How's that speakin' of drinks?" Chip asked, beating me to it.

"Cause I doubt she stayed sober," He said. "Did you?"

"Absolutely not," I replied. "I stuck to the wine mostly."

"Dangerous," Cal spoke. "Wine can get you gone quick, shit tastes like juice."

"That's why it's good."

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"You reckon it's time for the wheel?" Cal asked Chip after a while. We'd been through numerous drinks, so myself, I was on the verge of being very drunk, the other two I wasn't sure of.

"Please," I almost slurred. "I've been waiting ages."

"Go on then," Chip said, pointing to it. I stood, giving it a good spin. "That was decent that."

I nodded, sitting back down as it slowed down spinning. "Free spin?"

"So you go again."

"Jeez," I huffed, spinning it again. "Fab."

"Boring, we practically know it anyway," Cal rolled his eyes. "Virginity story. She's been with Bog for donkeys."

"Different POV," Chip shrugged. "So do tell."

"We were at a party, you were there obviously," I said, nodding towards Cal. "And we'd disappeared upstairs, to you know. And we'd been like, I dunno, kissing for ages and whatever, and it'd got like friskier- clothes off and whatever. And I dunno what happened, but the boy genuinely mumbled summet and left for a good ten minutes."

Cal was laughing, Chip sitting with wide eyes. "I remember, he'd ran down with boxers on, saying he couldn't get hard."

"And he just left me in some random bedroom with nothing but a fuckin' thong on," I laughed. "Good job nobody came in."

"And what? You just didn't know why he'd disappeared?" Chip asked me. I shook my head no, "a madness."

"Literally. Obviously Id noticed it wasn't like, working but I was drunk, I didn't really think anything of it."

"Is that why it wouldn't work? Cause you were drunk?"

I shrugged, taking a quick sip of the drink I had. "We've never actually spoke about it since so I have no idea."

"But i'm guessing you did it eventually?"

I nodded, "yeah. When he'd come back in, I mean, it took a bit of encouragement, but we got there eventually."

"That happened to me actually," Chip added. "My first was about an hour of nothing, I was going at it with a 75% semi. So she definitely felt nothing."

"Must be a common problem-"

"I mean, I don't know," Cal interrupted him. "Mine was roughly a total of 10 seconds I was that hard."

"Brilliant Cal, cheers," I spoke sarcastically, my head shaking.

"Nah, for real. I've never had an issue. I apologised a year later though, for how shit it was."

I laughed, leaning in closer to him. "A year?"

"Yeah, a sudden guilt just came over me, I had to apologise."

"And what did she say?" Chip asked.

"I don't actually know if she replied or not," He laughed. "But you know, that's in the past now."

"Were you drunk Chip?" I asked him.

The boy nodded immediately, quickly as well. "Wired mate. I remember we were in Edinburgh, me and my mates, we'd been invited for a New Years party at some uni dorm. Must've been about 18-"

"18?" I gasped. "Why did I think you'd be some like, 14-15 year old."

"Harry said the same practically," He shrugged. "But yeah, I was like clapped early days pal."

"Aw Chip," I sighed. "You're gorgeous, don't worry."

"Poor Harry-"

"No," I shook my head. "Harry knows he's my boy," I smiled. "Love you Harry."

"We've got her drunk," Cal whispered towards Chip, who was leaning against the microphone.

"Chip carry on."

"Yeah, this chick, her mate was bangin' mine. I stayed with her in the dorm and like, I felt so bad. I was that nervous, my knob wasn't working."

"Jesus."

"She was proper going for it, 30-40 minutes-"

"Wait," Cal stopped the other boy from talking. "30-40 minutes and you weren't hard?"

"Nah bro," He laughed. "Flaccid man, so soft."

"And how long was it?" I asked him, he laughed nervously.

"Well, like infinite time. I was porking her with a 75% semi like I said. And then I went Mcdonald's at about 7Am, still wired of my nut."

"I remember Harry asking me if id ever had that problem," Cal laughed. "I had to say I hadn't, because I hadn't, and his poor face dropped."

"I've actually got another funny story," Chip started. "I tried to get with a girl, before the other girl, and it just wasn't working, I had to tell her. So then I dropped a bluey- for nothing because nothing even happened."

"What the fuck's a bluey?" I asked them.

"Viagra."

"Does that not make you walk around with a solid one for hours though."

"Actually no," Chip said. "It only works when you're actually aroused. But like, once you've taken it, any little contact with it and you're done for, for the next half an hour."

"I wonder if Harry's ever had one of those."

"He has," Cal stated, my eyes widened. "A while ago actually."

"Why didn't I know?" I questioned. Cal shrugged. "Proper gonna question him when i'm home."

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"Harry Lewis!" I shouted as I entered my flat. Id shrugged my coat off, wobbling slightly from all the drinks id had.

"Bedroom."

I wondered into the bedroom, the boy laying in bed with his phone in the air, TikTok sounds playing throughout the bedroom.

"Missed you," I smiled, all but climbing on him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around me.

"Missed you-"

"Oh actually," I said, sitting up. He looked at me weirdly. "I have a question."

"Okay."

"What's this about you taking Viagra?" I asked him. The boys cheeks grew red. He stuttered over his words, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"We were in a desperate time, and you know, I just needed a push."

"Am I not good enough?" I teased.

"Obviously," He scoffed. "Get a little kiss from you and he's off. But you know, sometimes i'm nervous or whatever and it stops working. It just so happened that it was that time, so i had help."

"When even was that?"

"You know the time we were in Guernsey? And we like, went three or four times in the night?" He asked me, I nodded, remembering clearly. "That night."

"That makes sense," I told him, it all coming together to actually make sense.

"Mhm," He hummed, pulling me back down into him. "You reek like Vodka."

"Blame Cal and Chip," I shrugged, leaning in to press a few kisses to his lips. "They're bad influences."

"Oh, I know."

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