Chapter 162: Drunken Mess
Greg swiftly turned Cammy around before uncovering her eyes. "Here, take this," he said, pressing the valet parking ticket into her hand. "Go wait in the car. We need to dress up this idiot first. We’ll be right behind you."
Cammy took the valet ticket and nodded without argument. She had zero desire to witness Harry’s current state of nakedness any longer than necessary. "Yeah, no complaints here," she muttered before making a quick exit.
As soon as she was gone, Greg and Ethan scrambled to gather Harry’s scattered clothes.
"Alright, man, time to get you dressed—" Greg started, only for Harry to start thrashing wildly in protest.
"No!" Harry slurred, flailing his arms. "I’m not leaving until I cum!"
Ethan recoiled in sheer horror. "Jesus Christ, dude! You’ve been here since lunch, and you still haven’t managed to get it up?! There is something seriously wrong with your friend down there. You need to get that shit checked."
Greg ran a hand down his face, staring at Harry in pure, unfiltered disbelief. "What the fuck... Is this for real? So since he came here, didn’t even get hard not even once?"
He groaned as Harry tried to wriggle out of his grip. "For the love of—just shut up and put your damn pants on before I personally take you to the ER for failure to launch."
Harry, of course, kept struggling. Ethan shot Greg a desperate look. "I swear, if we don’t get him out of here in the next five minutes, I’m calling an exorcist."