“Oh, good. Wearemaking fun of Seven tonight. I was worried. How’s that new Death Star of a set-up? Your arrows got more frames per second than my cut-scenes. Exactly how many blowjobs does it take to pay off a twenty thousand dollar rig?” Nico asked.
“Why? Are you offering to blow me for a better system?” Mal asked, arching a brow at his boyfriend.
“Maybe I was just asking for a friend?” Nico said. “But…would you?”
“Would I let you pay me in blowjobs?” Mal asked, as if he was pondering the idea.
Nico pouted. “Hey, these lips are premium. My blowjobs are top quality.”
“Maybe we’d believe you if we hadn’t seen you blow him in a Denny’s bathroom for a cheeseburger,” Levi said.
“You watched me blow my boyfriend? Wow, didn’t know your boyfriend was such a perv, Shiloh,” Nico said, disappointment leaching into his voice.
“You didn’t?” Shiloh asked casually. “Weird. I’ve known it since we met.”
“I mean, Levi’s marriage proposal did involve railing Shiloh on the roof,” Seven reminded them all. “Why was that again? Oh, right. Because you have a sexual bucket list.”
Enzo’s eyes went wide. Jesus, they all really did know everything about each other. And now, so did their audience.
“Enzo’s proposal will probably involve a dog collar,” Lake said.
“Yeah, but an expensive one,” Ever added. “Does Tiffany’s make dog collars?”
“No,” Mal said. “But Chanel does.”
“How—whydo you know that?” Nico asked.
“I have an eidetic memory,” Mal answered. “I just…know things.”
“Okay, Tyrion Lannister,” Nico said around a laugh. “But for the record, I like the collar I have now just fine. So, don’t go getting any ideas.”
“I love your faith in me, but I’m not an attorney like Enzo. I don’t have Chanel money,” Mal said. “Not yet, anyway.”
“That’s okay, bunny,” Nico cooed. “The amount of kneeling I’d have to do to pay off that computer would likely ruin me.”
“Don’t worry, Fidget. I’d let you work it off on your back. I know how delicate you are,” Mal countered.
“Can we talk about something other than Seven’s ‘sorry I treated you like a whore’ apology computer?” Lake asked. “ Like, I don’t know, the horde of spectral demons marching towards us.”
“Your envy isn’t attractive,” Seven retorted, fingers flying across the buttons of his keyboard.
“Neither is a twenty thousand dollar rig that glows like ectoplasm every time you loot a potion,” Levi fired back. “Yet, here we are.”
Seven smirked. “Just say you’re jealous and move on.”
Levi cackled. “Hell yeah, I’m jealous. Your graphics card has liquid cooling. My PC sounds like a dying microwave.”
“Wow, that sucks,” Seven quipped. “Mine purrs like a kitten.”
“You gonna give our audience a sugar daddy reveal?” Arsen asked. “They’re begging for it in the comments.”
“He’s camera shy,” Seven said, glancing at Enzo.
Enzo’s face fell when Nico gave another maniacal laugh followed by, “Now, they just think he’s ugly.”
Seven glowered at the screen. “Camera shy doesn’t mean ugly. He’s hot. So hot I don’t even want you to look at him.”
“They don’t believe you,” Ever sang.
