I sigh, I can’t with him. “I’d definitely get mutilated for you, you doofus.”
“Me too!” Sari exclaims.
“Awww. I love you too, guys.”
Brrrzz. The whirring and grinding from the blender put a stop to Lori’s sugary words. Noodle forgets about the cushion and jumps back on my shoulder.
“Is that a ferret? Aw, so cute.” Sari smiles at him, as he scratches his little ear.
“Can I put a tutu and red lipstick on it and post the pic on Insta?” Lori asks with excitement.
“No,” I bark.
“Sheesh.”
“Is Michael making frozen margaritas? Drink one for me, too.” Sari takes a sip from his mug. I can see the lab behind him—some kind of big machine, bottles, and beakers lined up on the left—all white and sanitized-looking.
Michael brings the tray to the coffee table and sits next to me on the sofa. He fills three glasses with the cocktail and then hands them to us. I guess age doesn’t matter during tough times like this.
I take a tentative sip. My eyes widen. I know they sometimes meet up for a yoga session, which turns into an alcohol fest—Ollie and Rami also take part. But I have to admit it paid off.
“Good, right?” Michael bumps my shoulder with his. “But only one for you, Sully.”
I nod while some spills over my hand—the glass is really full and my hand is slightly shaking for some reason. It’s not my first time drinking a cocktail, but I’ve never tried a margarita before.
“You should stick to the drinks when in the kitchen,” Lori tells him with a wink.
Michael rolls his eyes. “I love cooking. It relaxes me.”
And gives the rest of us diarrhea.
“Talking about love. It’s also true that when you love someone, it’s normal to fantasize about their murder.” Lori’s hand tightens around his glass as he grits his teeth. Maybe he isn’t that fine with being left behind either. “A few times now I’ve thought about using one of my fiancés’ knives as a drumstick on their chest.” He makes a stabbing movement.
Oo-kay.
“Push him off a cliff is my go-to fantasy for Raph,” Michael admits, pouring himself a second glass.
“Pillow over the face!” Sari suddenly exclaims. His cheeks instantly turn red and an embarrassed chuckle leaves his lips.
“Smothering…nice!” Michael praises him.
“Gently, of course,” Sari adds.
“How about you, Sully-doo?” Lori is sending me a Cheshire Cat look.
The memory of Ezra keeping me underwater pops into my head, and I quickly say, “Drowning him in the bathtub?” The truth is that my fantasies about Ezra are strictly dirty. No killing whatsoever—being choked on the other hand…
“Lie detector in motion. Beep, Boop, Badoop.” Lori is making a robot voice as he moves his hand near my head. Then he outstretches his arm to get more booze into his glass. “You are not in that stage yet.”
“I approached the killer stage quite fast with Raph, actually.” Michael snorts, making Lori almost choke on a laugh.
“Love ya, Bones.”
“Right back at ya, Gremlin.”
“When the fuck did we become so mushy?” Lori snaps.
“It has to be the margaritas. How much tequila did you add to the mix?” Sari asks. Lori has set the phone in a vertical position on the coffee table.
