Wednesdays are kissed away in a whirlwind of wet, sloppy passion as Ryan and Shuffling engage in a French kiss marathon. Mouths mash together, tongues thrusting in and out, coating each other's faces in a sheen of saliva. They moan into each other's mouths, hands roaming, squeezing, clawing at clothes, desperate to feel more, to taste more, to lose themselves in the other's wet, warm embrace.