Our mothers used to tell us, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything." The Loser's mother should have told him, "If you don't have anything to say, don't say anything." But the Loser was never told this. Or maybe he was and he didn't listen.
So here's the situation, fellas. Put yourself in the Loser's shoes: You have a sexy, 22-year-old redhead sitting on your couch. She's wearing a red, strapless top and a short, black skirt that's slit all the way up her leg. She's in your house because she wants to fuck. That's the only reason she's there. But she seems a little nervous. So what would you do?
Put her at ease? Try to calm her down? Make her laugh? Talk about sex? That's what we would do.
But what does the Loser do? He asks Andi about her friends and relatives back home. He asks, "What're you gonna do if they find out?"
In other words, the thing she's probably most nervous about is the thing he decides to ask her about. Way to put the girl at ease, Loser.
But he doesn't stop there.
"Nervous?" he asks her.
"A little," Andi says.
"That's okay," Loser says. "So am I."
At this point, it's a miracle the scene ever gets shot, but give Andi, who's a paramedic, all the credit. She uses her mouth to resuscitate what should be a disaster and works his cock nicely. Even when the phone rings-hasn't the Loser ever heard of turning off the ringer while shooting a scene?-she keeps going until he drops his load on her face.
At least he's good for something.
