Zion: Tomorrow is better.
Jacob: She giving you trouble?
Zion: She is TROUBLE.
I’m met by no response for a few minutes, so I continue to shove food into my mouth, staring at that phone expectantly, until, finally, he responds.
Jacob: We have a lead you should check on tomorrow. You can bring her by on Sunday. Can you recruit someone to watch her?
Zion: I’ll take care of it. What’s the lead?
Jacob: I’ll send the info in the morning. Won’t take more than a day.
Zion: 10-4
I don’t want to go on a job. I don’t want to recruit anyone to watch Vivian. I want to tell every last one of these assholes to piss into the wind and take myself on an extended tropical vacation away from douchebags and troublemakers.
Of course, none of this is an actual option for me, so I switch chats and send another message.
Zion: I gotta go out on a job tomorrow. Can you tend to Seamus?
Cami: Fuck yeah!
Kaian: What kind of job?
Zion: The none of your damn business kind
Cami: That will only make him more interested…
Kaian: Can I come?
Cami: See, I told you…
Zion: No
Kaian: Then find your own pony sitter.
Zion: FFS Kai, he’s your goddamn pony.
Cami: Actually, he’s my pony
Zion: Same thing
Kaian: No offense, but pony sitting with Camilla is boring.
Cami: I’m offended.
I can’t help but smile, totally accustomed to their antics, and feeling a bit better for the familiar camaraderie. The chat goes quiet for a moment, likely because they’re having their brief spat in person, but after a few moments, there’s a reply.
Cami: I do ignore Kaian when I’m with Seamus, so that’s fair.
Kaian: So, it’s official. Camilla will be on pony duty and I will accompany you on whatever none of my damn business job you have planned.
Glaring down at my phone, I finish my cold food, taking the time to wash my dish and fork before returning to reply. I don’t want either of them anywhere near any of this, but I can’t really trust anyone else, so I may as well make the best of it.
Zion: Fine. On one condition.
Kaian: Is this condition for Camilla or me?
