of ketchup that looks like blood. “Us giving her the slip all the time.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing?” Aaron suggests, breathing just a bit harder than he normally would, wound-up on adrenaline and rage. “Next time we take off, it’ll be for Kay’s, and then maybe she’ll come looking for us herself? Just in case something happens, I’d rather have the VGTF than the SPD at my back.”
“Can we actually go back to discussing ass play?” Callum suggests mildly, and Vic darts his ebon—ebon, ebon, ebon—gaze over to him. Yeah, I’m a snarky bitch. Yeah, I bring up politics a lot. Yeah, I have personal vendettas and blah, blah, blah, but if you didn’t catch onto that from the beginning then there isn’t much hope left, is there?
“You didn’t tell me you played with each other’s asses at Pussy Point,” Victor says, almost accusingly, and Hael gives him a sharp look.
“Do we have to tell you everything?” he queries, and I sense the tension between the two of them right away. We need to hash out our shit now. There isn’t any time left to play games. “Are you and Bernadette the ‘primaries’ in this polyamorous relationship?”
“The fuck is a primary?” Victor shoots back, taking a flask out of his pocket and spiking his soda.
“A primary is like … the main person in your relationship, even if you’re with other people,” I explain, and Vic grins. I cut him off before he can stick his giant ass foot in his stupid ass mouth. “But no, you are not my primary. I don’t have a primary.” I look over at Aaron for a moment before switching my gaze to Oscar. “You’re all equal to me.”
“What you’re saying is,” Cal starts, lifting the empty basket of fries up as the waitress tentatively approaches our table. She takes the hint and scurries off to get another order—on the house, of course. “We don’t have to tell each other anything … but maybe we should try to be open?”
I give Hael a look and he curses, swiping his fingers through his bloodred hair.
“Alright, alright.” He turns in his seat to face Vic and exhales sharply. “Okay, I’m super pissed at you for having a threesome with Aaron when you kicked my ass out.”
Aaron snorts, but he doesn’t say anything, using the metal straw to stir his shake as I look between Hael and Victor.
“Whoa there, Harbin,” Vic starts, leaning back in his chair and crossing his hands over his belly. “I didn’t know you gave a shit.”
“You knew,” Hael corrects, giving his friend a sharp look. “You just didn’t care. I appreciate you saying you’d share Bernadette with the rest of us, but I need you to …” Hael gestures randomly and then sighs, glancing over at Callum for help. Oscar finally closes the cover on his iPad and sets it aside. Guess he doesn’t need to make any notes on ass play or the delicate dance of threesomes. “I need you to admit that you’re not sharing her at all, that she has just as much of a right to any of us as we have to her. That’s what I want to hear.”
Victor thinks on that for a moment, giving a long, slow blink as he processes the information.
Eventually, he just gets up and goes outside, letting the glass front door of the drive-in slam shut behind him.
Hael sighs, but he doesn’t seem particularly displeased.
“He’ll come around,” he says, nodding and leaning back in his chair. The waitress approaches like a timid mouse and practically chucks the fries on the table before fleeing yet again. Aaron watches her go with something akin to sympathy, like he knows his liberal use of the pistol is part of what has her so goddamn terrified. “He will. He just has to let it percolate for a bit.”
“You have more faith in him than I do, apparently,” Oscar drawls, staring down at the basket of fries like he’d very much enjoy having one or two or seven. It occurs to me then that maybe he has an eating disorder of some sort. Callum seems to agree with that sentiment, pushing the fries directly in front of his friend and then sitting back in his chair.
“Remember that ‘sleeping schedule’ that Vic wanted to make?” Cal begins, letting his blue eyes swing over to me. “And that you said you would make?”
“Yeah?” I ask, wondering where he’s going with this. He reaches out and runs a single, blue-nailed