Henley chuckles as he lifts his beer to his lips. “Someone’s in a good mood tonight.”
Elliot smirks. “Well, someone needs to be because Rhonan is being grumpy enough for all four of us.”
All eyes land on me as I scowl in Elliot’s direction. “I’m fine.”
“You sound like your sister,” Fletcher chimes in. “And I’ve been with her long enough now that I know when she says she’s fine, means anythingbutthat.” He lifts his water to his lips. “Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.”
Henley glances at Fletcher. “He probably should. It would help.”
Elliot huffs out a laugh. “This coming from the guy who once was the most closed off of any of us.”
Henley taps the table in front of him. “Key word beingwas. I’ve seen the light now, gentlemen.”
“No, you’ve seen the power of the vagina,” Elliot fires back. “And the only reason I can say that is because I was once hypnotized by one too. It clouds your judgment and makes you think life is all rainbows and sunshine.”
“Really? And how’s operation get-your-dick-to-work-again going for you?”
Elliot’s smug smirk falls from his lips. “My dick works just fine. In fact, I made an appointment for next week to get my piercing.”
Fletcher pauses while bringing his water to his lips. “I’m sorry. Did you just say piercing? As in, you’re getting your dick pierced?”
Elliot glances over at me. “Yup, and Rhonan said he’d go with me.”
I find my voice finally. “Uh, I never said that.”
“Is getting your dick pierced the equivalent of having a mid-life crisis after a relationship ends?” Henley asks. “I just wantto prepare myself if this is something I need to look out for, not that I would ever let Elodie go, but just to be safe.”
Elliot glares at him. “Fuck you.”
But Henley’s not done. “More importantly, is your dick even big enough to get pierced? I mean, it has to have something to grab onto, right?”
“Funny. I heard your dick is the size of a Tic Tac,” Elliot says to him.
Henley taps his chin in thought. “Huh. That must be why your mom’s breath smells so good then.”
Elliot lobs a stack of chips across the table at Henley as he stifles his laughter. “Don’t fucking talk about my mom.”
Fletcher stands and shoves his hand between the two of them. “All right, you two. Knock it off before someone gets their feelings hurt.”
I run a hand through my hair. “Jesus Christ. I thought we were here to play blackjack.”
“We’re also here trying to have some fun, but apparently you didn’t get that memo,” Henley says to me.
“I’m fine,” I grate out again while this ever-present frustration I’ve been battling the past few days is still simmering just beneath the surface.
It’s been two days since I snuck over to Vienna’s house and defiled her in her shower. But after my talk with Joanne, I knew I needed to create some distance between us while I figure my shit out.
Fletcher called yesterday saying that Laney and the girls were having a girls’ night tonight, so the boys and I decided to get together and play some blackjack at the same time. Henley’s parents are babysitting his daughter, and Ellis is at home with Joanne.
Now, I’m sort of wishing I would have just stayed at home to stew on my dilemma in silence once Ellis went to sleep.
“Cut the bullshit, Rhonan,” Fletcher says. “It’s us. You can talk to us. Remember, we fucking promised not to hold stuff in anymore.”
“And if we’re making bets, I bet I know what’s got you all twisted up anyway,” Henley adds.
Elliot casts a look in my direction but doesn’t say anything.
