Ranger: Lil Sis took down Big Bad Prez with a single knee to the nuts. It was epic! This is going to be a fantastic weekend.
* * *
The second Keys’ringtone went off, he was reaching for the device before even putting his glasses on. “Hello?” Was it Thorne? Rose? Had something happened?
“Keys, why are you asleep?”
Keys frowned at Ghost’s voice. “Because it’s,” he reached for his glasses and then looked at his phone to confirm the time, “two o’clock in the morning.” He sat up, trying to think of what issues could be happening at Ranger’s mom’s place that Ghost would be calling him like this. “Why, what’s up? How’s the wedding?”
“Fine,” Ghost snapped, clearly not telling the truth. “What’s happening at home? Is everything okay? Do you need me to come back?”
Keys snorted. “Not sure if I should be amused that the lovey-dovey atmosphere is too much for you to handle or offended that you think we can’t run the club for four whole days while you’re taking a break.”
Ghost practically growled into the phone. “Watch it, kid. You might be all grown up now, but I can still kick your ass.”
Exhausted, Keys laid back down on his pillow. Clearly there wasn’t anything that was actually the matter, and Ghost was just looking for an excuse to come back early. Keys had no idea what Ranger had blackmailed him with, but it must have been good if Ghost was calling in the middle of the night, behind Ranger’s back, to try to get out of it. “Hey, I’m just saying. You’re the onecalling me in the middle of the night to see if there’s an excuse for you to come back.”
Ghost let out a sound that made Keys think he’d rubbed his hand down his face as he let out a groan. “Go back to bed, you little shit.” Before quickly adding, “But call me if you need me to come back.”
Keys stifled his laugh. “Sure thing, boss. Hey, real quick, did Ranger’s sister really get you in the balls? I’ve looked her up and I’ve seen the heels she wears. I mean, after that, I can understand why you want to run away?—”
Ghost hung up the phone before Keys could finish his inquiry.
* * *
Gl!tch.OS: A cactus, really? You think I’m THAT horrible with flowers?
WiseWave620: No, YOU said you were that horrible with flowers.
Gl!tch.OS: I didn’t mean cactus-horrible!
Gl!tch.OS: Oh hell, maybe I did. I’m honestly surprised I’ve been able to keep OS and I alive. Do you know how many goldfish I killed as a kid??
WiseWave620: According to the pet store records down the block from your childhood home, about a dozen in one summer.
Gl!tch.OS: That was RHETORICAL!
WiseWave620: Oops.
Gl!tch.OS: But thank you. I’ll try not to kill the cactus.
WiseWave620: Make sure you give Thorne all the heavy lifting. I don’t want him coming back next week and saying you just made him stand around twiddling his thumbs while you moved everything.
Gl!tch.OS: But… But… My things! I need them to be packed correctly.
WiseWave620: Then stand there and SUPERVISE him packing them correctly.
Gl!tch.OS: You’re so bossy. When did you turn so bossy??
WiseWave620: When YOU became my person. It’s hard enough sending my men to go help you while I sit on my ass. I sure as fuck am going to make you sit on your ass, too, Rose.
Gl!tch.OS: Fine.
WiseWave620: Thank you.
Gl!tch.OS: I’m sorry.
WiseWave620: For what?
