The expressions are filthy.
It looks like a high-budget screenshot from the sexiest film of the decade. "Send me that," I say, pointing. "I'm gonna make it a poster. Right on my door. Make sure everyone knows who the fuck I am."
Next slide.
And it's me, mid-arm-wrestle with a girl that looks like she could throw me through a brick wall and then sue me for bleeding on her boots.
Braids down her back. Tank top. Arms like a Greek statue. She's gritting her teeth, and I'm struggling. Veins out. Face red. Sweat forming. Pure battle. The second I see it, something clicks. "OH MY FUCKING GOD—I REMEMBER THAT BITCH." Everyone jumps. "I don't know what she did, but I remember her face. That evil, snake-ass face."
Rava is wheezing, shaking in my arms again. "You almost fought her, dude. You challenged her to a drinking contest after she beat you at arm wrestling."
I blink. Processing. "I lost?"
"No," he laughs harder. "You won. You made her throw up like Exorcist-style. It was kind of…impressive?" I grin, proud. "I bet it fucking was." I glance down at Rava, smirking. "That's probably why we ended up in the bathroom. You were rewarding me."
Lorenzo groans from the floor. "Can you not—I'm trying to heal. You two are the reason I crave human touch." Noah is sipping his coffee. "I genuinely can't decide if I'd rather be Gio or Rava right now."
Lorenzo shrugs.
"Be the lube. That way you get to touch both."
Noah's mouth falls open.
Just pure stunned expression.
Rava whips his head up like he just got struck by lightning. "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK?! Are you still drunk?!"
I press my hand to his forehead, calmly, and push him back down onto my chest. "Relax. It's just Lorenzo."
We see more photos, each one worse than the other:
-Rava dancing tango with Lorenzo. Shirtless.
-Noah passed out inside a trash bin.
-Me shaving some random guy's eyebrow in the hallway with a hotel razor.
-Rava lying on a poker table, sunglasses on, eating Pringles straight from a random plate.
-Lorenzo giving a motivational speech to a group of…ducks.
-Me and Rava in the back of a random car, he's kissing my neck, I'm giving Lorenzo my middle finger.
-Noah carrying Lorenzo bridal-style through a fountain. Both soaked.
-Rava holding a churro in his mouth while I light a sparkler.
Damn.
-Lorenzo flossing with the string of a balloon.
-All four of us under the dining table. Just lying there. Dead.
I'm pretty sure one of those photos is gonna end up in court someday, and honestly, fair.
13) Worth Staring At
Gio
