Alex: Jammed in the vent?
Stone: Yup.
Luca: If I say it wasn’t me, will you believe me?
Stone: Nope.
Luca: Asshole.
Me: Why assume it was someone in this chat?
Stone: Who else would it be?
Me: You’re assuming the women you all married aren’t capable of pulling a prank. Frankly, didn’t Isabella shove all kinds of shit into the vents of her ex’s apartment?
Sebastian: DUDE I INVITED YOU OVER TO MY HOUSE!
Me: So?
Sebastian: This is how you repay me? By going after my wife?
Me: She’s been my sister for much longer than she’s been your wife. And technically, you invited me to your clubhouse. Not your house.
Dom: Leave it to Leo to home in on a technicality.
Alex: Seb, he’s got a point. Your wife does have quite the little mean streak.
Luca: Do you remember when she set me up to take the fall for that stupid vase that she broke?
Stone: God, even I remember that. Me and Alex couldn’t believe your parents bought it.
Travis: Late to the convo, and happy to say I didn’t jam a pickle into your floor vent, Stone. Definitely not a sentence I ever thought I’d say.
Stone: Noted.
Stone: It is interesting that Leo didn’t deny anything, but turned the blame onto his sister. And he’s the most likely to be able to sneak in and out of someone’s house without being detected.
Dom: That is true. Leo, what do you have to say for yourself?
Me: I’d have no reason to hide a pickle anywhere.
Me: Why a pickle?
Me: How long did it take you to find it?
Me: Was it beginning to mold or decompose?
Me: Couldn’t you smell it?
Me: Why am I the only one asking actual questions?
Stone: Okay, it’s definitely not Leo.
Me: Thank you.
Travis: Leo, Gianna wanted me to tell you that you’re dead to her. Again.
Alex: Uh-oh. Trouble in twin paradise?
