This Is Spinal Tap - Chicken (15)
Mick exhales a smoky breath, tapping his cigarette against the ashtray balanced on his bare stomach. "I still can't believe you've never played Gay Chicken before."
"Sheltered upbringing," Viv says. He curls up onto his side on the narrow hotel bed, his shins touching the drummer's thighs, and props his head up on his hand. He'd pull the covers up over himself, but he feels less self-conscious of his paunch than usual. "So who won?"
Taking another drag of his cigarette, Mick shrugs. "I dunno. I guess we both did."
"A tie, right?" Viv pauses. "Should we play it again?"
"Sheltered upbringing," Viv says. He curls up onto his side on the narrow hotel bed, his shins touching the drummer's thighs, and props his head up on his hand. He'd pull the covers up over himself, but he feels less self-conscious of his paunch than usual. "So who won?"
Taking another drag of his cigarette, Mick shrugs. "I dunno. I guess we both did."
"A tie, right?" Viv pauses. "Should we play it again?"