“Whenever I feel like it.” Velle smirks.
“Well… shouldn’t you let him out?” Luthor’s tone carries this innocence that only he can pull off. “Since you sorta, like…participated… in what he was—”
“Careful, inmate,” Velle growls.
“I’m just saying. You were there, you know what happened,” Luthor mutters.
“Yea, and whathappenedwas that he was attempting to seduce my employee in an effort to snatch his keys,” Velle says pointedly.
“So he’s in there because you’re jealous?” Luthor claps back, and everyone stops to stare at him.
Seriously. The entire group of us comes to askurrrt.
Velle isglaringat Luthor, who swallows visibly.
And that was the moment he knew he’d fucked up.
“You’d know a thing or two about jealousy… wouldn’t you, 35?” Velle says calmly, though no one believes he won’t totally pull aSub-zeroand rip Luthor’s spine out through his mouth. “Since your boy’s showering later so he can take a rough pounding from someone whoisn’tyou.”
Oh, snap…
“The only similarity between our situations is that Rook isobviouslyhooking up with other people to get your attention,” Luthor rumbles. Velle’s eyes go wide. “So it wouldappearthat you’ve got your ownRennow, Officer.” Luthor smirks. “Enjoy the ride.”
Velle is visibly sizzling, and I’m subtly inching my body in front of my friend’s in case he needs a human shield.
But to all of our immense shock and awe, Velle simply huffs, and shakes his head.
“You’ve got some balls on you, kid.” He slaps a heavy palm down on Luthor’s shoulder, causing him to jump. “But speaking frompersonalexperience… If you’d just let that horny monster of yours suck ‘em dry, you’d be a lot less stressed.” He winks. “Just sayin’.”
Luthor’s eyes narrow as Velle snaps at the group. “Alright, vamonos! Get the fucking lead out,Jesus…”
Everyone kicks back into motion, but I’m still reeling. I mean, Velle’s a dickhead, sure, but that was probably thetamestresponse I’ve ever seen him have to someone mouthing off.
It has me wondering if maybe last night didn’t end in the hallway for him either…
Whatever. Hopefully, he was getting his own action, not watching me get mine.
We’re shuffling quietly for a while, lost in our own thoughts. The voracity with which this shit is building up in my head is staggering, and I need to get it out before my brain explodes.
My book of secrets is calling to me.
When we reach the showers, Velle stops Luthor and mumbles, “I’ll go get Dash in a bit. Bring him up to shower when Ren goes.”
Luthor peeks at me, the two of us sharing an unspoken thought…
Velle was abducted by aliens last night, and this is a much calmer, more considerate species currently wearing his skin in order to walk amongst the human race. It’s the only explanation.
“Cool,” Luthor rasps, dumbfounded. “Thanks.”
Velle nods and sneers, “Of course, I can’t guarantee he won’t do something to get himself immediately sent back, since it seems to be M.O. But here’s hoping.”
He crosses his fingers, dripping in sarcasm, but still.
Perplexed, Luthor and I stalk into the showers.
“Who is that, and what did they do with Velle?” I huff.
“I’m no expert,” Luthor hums, “but I’d say he most definitely got some action with Rook last night…Afterthe hallway.”
