Summary:

"U-haul lesbian?” Scott parotted. He was getting too old to keep up with all these new terms. “You own gay sports bar, yes?” Ilya was looking at him like he was an idiot again, “isn’t that where all the lesbians go? Shouldn’t you know these things?” Scott opened his mouth to reply but it was quickly intercepted by a yelp when a foot caught him sharply in the shin. “Shit sorry!” Shane bolted upright looking more alert than he had in the last 30 minutes, “I meant to kick Ilya”. He then kicked Ilya under the table,