Stickle Bricks
"Funny."
Josh and Elijah interrupted their animated conversation to stare at Dom. "What is?" Josh took a swig of his beer and squinted.
"The teeth."
Elijah blinked and put his glass down on the table. "What? What about the teeth?"
"You two. Gaps. Both of you. Funny." Dom waved his bottle towards them, splashing drops of beer on the table.
Elijah and Josh glanced at each other.
"Man, you're fucking loaded." Josh snorted.
"Nah!" Dom leaned forward and placed a hand behind each of their necks, pushing them towards each other. "I mean...look..."
"Fuck off." Elijah struggled against the force of Dom's grip. Josh started to laugh nervously.
"It's like...put your mouths together at an angle...stop struggling! Just keep still, will ya!" Dom pushed until Josh and Elijah were nose to nose, mouths almost touching. "There, tip your heads back slightly, swivel them so that you're at an angle...open your mouths..."
"What the fuck?" It was Josh's turn struggle. "Dom!"
"Go on!" Dom sat back, pouting. "Fucking bastards. I was just trying to show you something."
Elijah rubbed his neck and eyed Dom cautiously. "What?"
Sighing dramatically, Dom poked a finger at them in irritation. "If you have your heads at a ninety degree angle to each other and move your mouths together like this..." Dom mimed the action, "you could slot your teeth together like Stickle Bricks!" Dom beamed in triumph.
Elijah and Josh stared at him, then at each other's teeth. "Stickle Bricks?"