Snod turned the television up a little more, making himself another drink. A strong one.
“Well, Leslie doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Frankie was reassuring his friend, blinking over to
turn the television back down to a reasonable volume before returning to the kitchen.
Snod scowled when he saw Frankie had taken the remote with him.
“I know it’s hard, but you need to find someone who likes you just the way you are, immature and
all,” Frankie went on without missing a beat. “Find someone with similar interests instead of just a
pretty face to pine after.”
“Easier said than done,” Lorenzo sighed sadly. “I need a man who is seriously like, mentally, a
twelve-year-old kid. That I could relate to! Because I’m mentally a twelve-year-old! I mean, it
sounds screwed up when I say it like that, but someone like me who’s pretty.”
“Got it.” Frankie nodded. “I will keep my eye out for a pretty version of Lorenzo.”
“Let’s go out,” Lorenzo said suddenly, slamming his glass down on the counter. “Come on. Pretty
please? Let’s go shake our booties somewhere with other booties.”
“I don’t think I should leave Obe,” Frankie said hesitantly, glancing over at Snod on the couch. “He’s
sort of in a bad place right now, and I’m supposed to be helping him.”
“We both know by ‘help’ that you actually mean ‘bang,’ and you can totally bring him,” Lorenzo
pouted, slapping his hand down on the counter as if he was sliding something over to Frankie. “This
is me, playing the best friend card.”
Snod frowned, not liking where this was going at all. He wanted a quiet evening with Frankie all to
himself, not gallivanting about with the ever increasingly annoying Lorenzo. He’d been to clubs
before on hunts, and he wasn’t a very big fan.
Frankie groaned in frustration, looking back at Snod and giving him a pleading smile.
Please...
Snod shook his head defiantly, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and getting comfortable, making
it clear he had no intentions of leaving. He lifted up his chin, thinking back as hard as he could.
There is nothing you can say or do that will move me from this couch.
Frankie smirked, quirking a sly brow.
If you come with us, I’ll blow you.
“How soon do we go?” Snod asked, hopping up to his feet.
“Soon as we finish these motherfuckin’ shots!” Lorenzo cheered, swigging back his drink and
