Truly it was a miracle that no one had lost it yet.
Well, we were all losing it…but no one had gone homicidal yet, and I was counting that small victory.
It wasn’t helping that Gabe’s army of citizen detectives were growing more rabid by the day. No where was safe, except for the shop and this fucking house.
At least the wait will be over soon.
Soon wasn’t soon enough, though. I settled back into the couch, listening to Spencer and Leo starting up another round of charades.
“Three words…Movie…Horror?” Leo narrated as Spencer began the world’s worst zombie impression in the middle of the living room. “28 Days Later? World War Z? Train to Busan?”
Spencer shook her head frustratedly, before lifting her hands to her head and then flouncing them away to show something trailing.
Leo hunched forward with a frown. “Bride of Chucky? Corpse Bride?”
Spencer’s face scrunched up as she shook her head again, trying to brainstorm another approach. But five more seconds of this, and I was going to blow my brains out from boredom.
I threw my hands up, sitting up from the couch. “It’s fucking Bride of Frankenstein.”
Spencer sucked her teeth. “You said you weren’t playing!”
“I was never going to guess that,” Leo shook her head. “That was a terrible impression.”
“Hey!” Spencer wheeled on her with a frown. “I’d like to see you do any better.”
“I’d like to play a game that wasn’t invented for bored old aristocrats,” I cut in before Leo could try.
Spencer crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I didn’t realize we were boring you so much, your highness.”
“Yeah, I don’t see you offering any alternatives,” Leo scowled.
“If I had any, my eyes wouldn’t be at risk of glazing over permanently,” I shot back. “I don’t know what there is to do in this house.”
“For someone who stayed here for so long, you’d think you’d be able to show us some cool secret spots,” Spencer moped. “Are you sure there’s not, like, a hidden planetarium in the attic?”
“Last time I was stuck here, all we had were coloring books and hide-and-go-seek.”
“That could be something…” Spencer perked up, a mischievous grin tugging at her cheeks.
“Coloring books?” Leo raised an eyebrow.
“No, hide-and-go-seek.” Spencer wiggled brows, “Or as I like to call it, hide-and-go-fuck.”
“What is that, another one of your sorority games?” I laughed, but then the thought of Spencer running loose in a horny sorority house quickly sobered me.
“No. This is all my genius, Bunny.” She smirked, dropping to her knees as she rested her palms wide against the coffee table. “Here’s how it works: one person hides, while the other two seek. The hider?—”
“The prey,” Leo interrupted.
“The prey,” Spencer corrected, “gets five minutes to find a spot. If she can stay hidden for thirty minutes, she wins, and the other two owe herbig.But if she’s found, she gets fucked by whoever gets to her first, however the winner likes.”
“And whoever doesn’t find her?” Leo raised a brow.
“Gets to watch while the victor enjoys her spoils,” Spencer winked.
She looked between us excitedly, but both of us had hesitations.
“Dom would hate this…” Leo grumbled.
