Nevile nodded along to Motto as he spoke, his face a blank canvas of shock and anticipation.<br/>“Thet’s noce, I hate dreesin’ up pre’y.”  He gave Motto a raised eyebrow when the raven mentioned Rangers don’t get laid.<br/>“Thet’s a bet more concernin’,  wear gonna ned to do sumthin’ bought thet.”  Nevile did not want to die a virgin.<br/><br/>Then Motto started to freak out.<br/>“Dude, Motto, ya know ah gut ya back.  I sure ain’t goin’ to the Ayes by maself.”  Nevile then grabbed Motto’s shoulder with his free hand.<br/>“Bu’ we’ve gut more pressin’ issues now.  Ef we don’ get gurls soon, we may never.  We ain’t Ayes till the techer guy comes, so thes week we can stell date.  The wekend starts tomarrow, we ned to get gurls.”  A sly smile began to stretch across Neville’s face.  He was already planning out his last hurrah.