You haven't really decided who you want to swap with, and decide to let things play out a little. Besides, your thoughts are interrupted by a whooping noise from Marley. "Fucking sweet, Jessica texted me back. With pictures." He wiggles his eyebrow a little. "I've gotta bounce, looks like I'm getting laid, faggots." Javier is quick on the defense. "I'm no faggot, try saying that again, pendejo." You're surprised to hear him say this. It's probably just an offhanded comment, but you're interested to see how they see you. You've never been guarded about your sexuality, and you're still definitely gay. You've had too many half-hearted boners spending time with these guys to be straight. "Well what about me, guys? I date dudes." Everyone gets that glazed over look on their face again, and Javier is ready with an explanation. "You're just gay, hermano, not one of those disgusting faggots who's always trying to get their hands on me." Thad nods. "I don't care, dude, just don't start giving me the raw details of all the dick you pull." Marley nods too, obviously relieved the situation de-escalated. He's had his share of drunken fights with Javier, but he was on his way to get some pussy. Any delays were less than ideal.
Marley hasn't been gone 15 minutes before Thad's weed supply runs out. "Shit, guys. I'm out." There is no humor in Thad's voice. He clearly wants to keep the party going. Fries' eyes light up at this, eager for a chance to do you all a solid. "My guy texted me earlier today, said he had some crazy shit. You wanna pick up? It's only a few minutes from here." Thad considers, but quickly shakes his head no. "I'm not giving you my money. Your ass will be passed out in front of the Walgreens with 10 empty bottles of cough syrup in 5 minutes flat." Fries looks disappointed. "I want some shit too," Javier says, "can't you guys just go pick up together? I know you're a fatass but walking a couple blocks won't kill you." Thad rolls his eyes. "Fine, but you guys owe me. Again. Sometimes I honestly can't believe the shit I do for y'all." And then, before you know it, it's just you and Javier sitting in your apartment. You don't have long, but already, an idea is forming in your head. "Gotta piss," you say. Javier looks up for a brief second, nods, then goes back to scrolling through his Instagram feed.
You head to the bathroom, and decide this is your perfect chance to make a swap with Javier. You open up Grindr, and try to find the most femme, flamboyant twink you can. Mostly, you just want to make Javier gay, but if he gets a bonus feature of note you won't complain. You settle on a photo of a young man wearing tight vinyl booty shorts and a mesh tank top, loaded with makeup. His description says "bottom from the bottom of my heart" followed by several heart emojis. He's 21, 2 years older than your whole group, and his hair is shaved on the sides with bangs that go down to his chin. Platinum blonde, of course, although you doubt that's his natural color. Perfect. You focus on this guy and Javier, and kiss the ring, focusing on their sexualities.
You step out of the bathroom, head to the living room, and discover...