Chapter One-hundred Fifty-Six: Fabien's Friends

Chapter 156

Fabien’s Friends

Jaxon stepped out into the living room, where Celeste was on the couch watching wrestling. Jaxon stood before her with a coy smile.

Jaxon: “Do you think… I look better with this on, or should I take it off?”

He teased as he began to undo the sash on his robe. Celeste fixed her gaze on Jaxon and grinned.

Fabien entered the house.

Fabien: “Hello!”

He waved. He wore a black “Nuklear Intoxikation Sucks” t-shirt with a green plaid shirt over it, jeans, and flip-flops. He sat by Celeste and smiled. Jaxon pouted and folded his arms.

Fabien: “Did you see Blair’s whining on the Lonely Nice Guys forum?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Hahahahaha, no, I don’t go on that site. Why? What’s he whining about now? People not being sun smart or wearing helmets to walk on a lawn?”

Fabien laughed hard.

Fabien: “No, he’s whining that fat genderless blob, Fatley, didn’t pick him, and how scalpers are taking The Orb cards!”

Celeste gaped at Fabien.

Celeste: “Scalpers for children’s cards? How would that work?”

Jaxon: “Babe, people buy the cards and sell them at ridiculously high prices.”

He replied.

Celeste: “That’s concert tickets, Jax.”

Fabien: “It applies to these cards, too.”

Celeste: “I can get a concert ticket, but who would want to buy those children’s cards at a high price?”

She scratched her head.

Fabien: “They’re selling them to losers like Blair.”

He laughed.

Celeste: “That makes sense.”

She grinned.

Jaxon: “You know what I find interesting and funny? Blair never mentions Ivy once. He rants about Ashley on that forum.”

He stated as he tied his robe and sat by Celeste.

Fabien: “Yeah, you would think ‘Mister Metokur’ would be thrilled being engaged to her, but no, he whines about a fat fuck who can’t tell if it’s a man, a woman, or something in between.”

He laughed and shrugged.

Celeste: “Why would anyone be happy with Ivy, though?”

Fabien: “Ivy must be pretty bad if Blair wants that fat genderless wombat!”

He laughed and slapped his knees.

Celeste: “Wombat?”

Fabien: “When I saw it in the garden with its big ass up, it looked like a wombat digging in the ground.”

He snorted.

Jaxon: “So what did Ashley do to you to deserve that?”

He asked him. Fabien shrugged.

Fabien: “It’s a fat fuck. That’s what it did. It’s fat and disgusting. Do you two want to throw eggs at the lardass’s house?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Not really. Deimos might do that to make Lazaros mad, though. He might wanna do it!”

She nodded. Jaxon looked away with hurt.

He then cleared his throat.

Jaxon: “So, Noah is making chicken yakisoba for dinner. Would you like to join us?”

Fabien smiled.

Fabien: “Yeah, sure! Thanks, Jaxon. I was going to have dinner with Jordi, but he had work. He always has work!”

He laughed bitterly.

Celeste: “Oh, really? Maybe I should have gone with Tristan to see Space Spheres, but I wanted to be with my man!”

She smirked at Jaxon. Jaxon smiled down at her. Fabien gaped at her.

Fabien: “What do you mean? What does this have to do with what we were discussing?”

Celeste: “Oh, Tristan wanted to go to Space Spheres, but Deimos is teaching a karate class, and he was going to ask Jordi if he wanted to come.”

She drawled. Fabien stared at her.

Fabien: “Okay.”

He nodded. Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “Are you okay, man?”

Fabien: “Yeah, I’m fine, Jax! I’m here with my friends right now!”

He grinned.

~

Jaxon, Celeste, and Fabien sat down at the table to eat chicken yakisoba. Jaxon thrust noodles and chicken in his mouth with chopsticks and gazed at Fabien.

Jaxon: “So do you want to talk about it?”

Fabien: “About what? Blair posting another failure on Lonely Nice Guys or his boyfriend or girlfriend, Fatley?”

He laughed.

Celeste: “Let’s make fun of Blair. He sucks.”

She laughed.

Jaxon: “You mentioned Jordi didn’t go out with you to dinner because he had work, and Celeste said Tristan was going to invite him to see a movie.”

Fabien paused.

Fabien: “Why would I want to talk about that? It’s just going out to dinner—no big deal. I’m not Fatley. That thing would cry if you didn’t feed it.”

He laughed and shrugged. Jaxon grimaced.

Jaxon: “I think it’s bothering you that Jordi lied about where he’s going, and he blew you off to be with Tristan.”

He stated and knit his eyebrows. Fabien just laughed.

Fabien: “It’s just a dinner or two or three, Jaxon. It’s not the end of the world! I’m not Fatley, you know! That thing needs food all the damn time, which is why it’s with Lazaros!”

He laughed. Jaxon heaved a deep sigh.

Jaxon: “Cut it out, Fabien. You don’t have to make fun of Ashley to get your point across. Jordi is blowing you off, and this is upsetting you.”

He heaved a deep sigh. Fabien laughed.

Fabien: “I know you love to help others, Jax, but this is not bothering me! If you want to help anyone, why not help Fatley lose some weight?! Or you could help it decide what gender it wants to be and stick with it?!”

He said through clenched teeth. Jaxon knit his eyebrows.

Jaxon: “Did you talk to Jordi about this?”

Fabien: “Why would I, Jax?! It’s not bothering me, okay? Who wants to go make fun of Fatley now?!”

He laughed a hollow laugh.

Celeste: “Can we make fun of Blair and Ivy instead? Or Jaclyn? She hated the bed Trevor and I made.”

She pouted.

Jaxon: “I think you’re still upset about how much time you wasted with Craig, and you had a friendship with Jordi when you two worked at Danny Donger’s. It seems he’s blowing you off and growing from you.”

Fabien slammed his fists on the table. Celeste gaped at him.

Fabien: “What, are you a psychologist now?! Or Tristan, Jaxon?! I liked you better when you were fun and not analyzing everything I do! It’s NOT upsetting me, okay?! Why does my calling Fatley a fat, genderless blob need to have a deeper meaning?! Not everything does!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “It’s NOT about Ashley, man! It’s about how you’re using them as a scapegoat so you don’t deal with how much this is hurting you.”

He knit his eyebrows. Fabien shook his head.

Fabien: “Okay, Jaxon, you don’t know what you’re talking about! I always made fun of others! It’s nothing deep, but have fun analyzing everything, I guess!”

He rose from the table.

Fabien: “Thanks for the meal. Have a good night, Celeste. Sorry, Jaclyn trashed your masterpiece. I’ll key her piece of shit car for you.”

He smiled at her. Celeste grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Celeste rose and hugged Fabien as he was about to leave. Fabien froze.

Celeste: “I don’t want you to go, Fabien.”

Jaxon sighed.

Jaxon: “I’m sorry, man… I want to help you. I’m not trying to attack you.”

He bowed his head. Fabien slowly put his arms around Celeste. Jaxon rose and wrapped his arms around Fabien. Fabien’s eyes widened at Jaxon, and he slowly rubbed the small of his back.

Celeste: “Why don’t we stay in and watch a movie?”

She looked up at Fabien. He smiled down at her.

Fabien: “Yeah, I’d love that.”

He nodded.

Fabien: “Oh, Celeste, do you know which theater Tristan went to?”

Celeste: “Rose Quartz Theaters!”

She chirped.

~

Tristan and Jordi sat in the theater at Rose Quartz Theaters. Jordi brought a large popcorn for the two men to share, two sodas, Milk Duds, and Mounds. Tristan chuckled.

Tristan: “You want us to share a popcorn?”

Jordi reddened.

Jordi: “Well, I mean, if you want all of this for yourself, th-that’s fine with me!”

He blurted. Tristan smiled tightly.

Tristan: “I jest, Jordi. You must trust me implicitly.”

He said coolly. Jordi’s face turned a shade redder.

Jordi: “Of course, I do!”

Tristan: “Mounds, huh? I love Mounds and Milk Duds.”

He grinned. Jordi smiled.

Jordi: “Yes, I had that hunch when you said you love chocolate.”

He laughed.

Jordi: “And Tristan? If there are scary parts, I don’t mind if you want to cling to me.”

He blurted. Tristan cupped his mouth and gaped at him.

Tristan: “It’s a comedy. Why would I do that now?”

He laughed a bit. Jordi’s face turned beet red. Why did I say that to him?! He wondered.

Jordi: “I’m sorry, Tristan! I didn’t know it was a comedy! I am so, so sorry!”

He waved his hands frantically.

Tristan reached out and grabbed his hands.

Tristan: “Relax, Jordi. This isn’t a rehearsal, and I want you to be yourself.”

He said coolly. Jordi felt his body heat rise as Tristan grasped his hands.

Jordi: “A-All right!”

He stammered and nodded. Tristan released his hands and sipped on his soda. Jordi gazed at him and swallowed hard. He drank in his beauty. He loved how kind and patient Tristan was with him, his lovely scent, and how well he took care of himself.

Jordi: “Tristan? What are you afraid of?”

He blurted the question. Tristan paused and looked grimly at him. He then smiled.

Tristan: “I’d say horror movies and books.”

He nodded. Jordi eyed him skeptically. He felt deep down that Tristan was concealing a lot about his fears.

Jordi: “Someone like you has to have more fears.”

Tristan bowed his head.

Tristan: “Do you think so?”

Jordi slowly nodded.

The two men heard a loud groan. They turned to see Blair entering the theater. He wore an orange TMNT “Say No to Drugs, Say YES to Pizza” t-shirt, blue shorts, white knee socks, and red sneakers. On his head, he wore a yellow boater hat.

Blair: “I came to see this movie because I just want to smile. I can’t even do that. I can’t feel hate, envy, anger, or anything because a food thief is here to steal food with a big bully!”

He huffed. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Good to see you’re as chipper as ever, Blair.”

He said dryly.

Blair: “I just said I am NOT chipper! I feel nothing! Because of you and that food thief!”

He said loudly enough for the entire theater to hear. Jordi felt the heat rise to his face as his fury soared.

Jordi: “WHY are you STILL harping about that?! That was YEARS ago and I never STOLE anything!”

He snapped.

Blair: “Whatever, liar! You did! You didn’t need my grandmother to feed your fatass!”

He fired back. Jordi bared his teeth at him.

Tristan: “What would make you smile, Blair? I ask because it seems nothing does. You always complain and nitpick everything.”

He scoffed.

Blair: “I am tired of being rejected by people who I was nice to! Why do nice guys like me finish last but you jerks come on top?!”

He snapped and stomped his feet.

Blair: “And I see you have food to feed your fatass, Jordi! Did you steal that from Tristan?! Are you with him so he can feed you?! You just take and take!”

He barked.

Jordi: “EXCUSE ME?! I bought these for him!”

He fired back and shot his forefinger at Blair. Blair shook his head.

Blair: “No, you didn’t! If you did, why did you steal from my grandmother?!”

He snapped.

Tristan: “I’m sorry you’re still living in the past, Blair. I hope that one day you can join us in the present to realize Jordi bought this for me. I never asked him; he gave it to me like a true gentleman. I know you don’t know what I am speaking of, but can’t fault a guy for trying.”

He smirked. Jordi turned to Tristan and smiled a bit. Blair bared his teeth at Tristan.

Blair: “Excuse me?! Jordi? A gentleman? Since when?! If you want a TRUE gentleman, that would be ME! And what is my thanks?! Ashley chose a fat feeder fetishist!”

He barked.

Tristan: “If you were only a ‘gentleman’ to get something out of Ashley, that isn’t what a gentleman is, and not something a true gentleman would do. You should be kind because you care about someone and wish to make their lives better, even if the person doesn’t want to pursue a romantic relationship with you.”

He said coolly. Blair rolled his eyes.

Blair: “You have NO idea what you’re talking about, Tristan! You don’t endure the struggles I go through! I have it HORRIBLE! My week was horrible, and if I could beat myself up, I would! To make this week worse, Radinka got physical with my grandfather! And Ivy made a croquembouche, and Samson ate it all! You will NEVER know what I am going through!”

He cried.

Jordi marched to Blair and stopped when he heard Tristan laughing.

Tristan: “Blair, the guilt-tripping will not work on me. You absolutely do not have it as bad as you claim. Also, it might be wise not to assume everyone is left in the dark on the circumstances of your FORMER step-grandmother… That and I speak to Sylvia regularly. Radinka and your grandfather ended the engagement months ago, so nice try.”

He grinned tightly. Blair seethed with rage at Tristan.

Blair: “Well, she came back to get her stuff and was physical with him then!”

He snapped. Tristan rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Right, double down.”

He muttered.

A few people started to leave because of Blair’s incessant arguing and whining.

Tristan: “If nothing else, you have a knack for clearing a room.”

He said dryly.

Blair: “They’re leaving because of Jordi and YOU, Tristan! Why would anyone leave because of me?! Not everyone thinks like Ashley! Ashley thinks with their big, FAT GUT!”

He snapped and stomped his feet.

Jordi: “Why are you here anyway?! If we bother you so much, why don’t you leave?!”

He huffed.

Blair: “I bought a ticket, Jordi! I didn’t steal, unlike you! Also, I am in Fabien’s Bungle Server, and he said you were going to be here! I had to do my duties as an upstanding citizen to keep you from stealing more food, you fat thing!”

He thundered. Jordi’s right eye twitched, and he felt a pang of hurt and confusion. Tristan flicked his gaze up at Jordi and raised an eyebrow.

Jordi shifted his eyes as he felt a wave of various emotions crash through him like a tsunami. He didn’t know what to think or feel at the moment after what Blair had told him.

Blair: “You know, I can’t feel sadness or anything because of you! I can’t even shed a tear! It’s your fault, you FAT LOSER!”

He snapped at Jordi. Tristan cleared his throat.

Tristan: “Jordi?”

He asked softly. Jordi grabbed his soda, marched to Blair, and dumped it on his head. Blair screamed and flared red with fury as fizzy soda bubbled and poured down his face like a volcanic eruption. Jordi drove his fist into Blair’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Jordi grabbed him by the shirt and threw him face-first into the trash. Blair screamed and cried.

Jordi: “FUCK YOU, BLAIR!”

He bellowed and marched out. Blair bawled and flailed his legs as he tried to get out of the trash. Tristan rose from his seat and chased Jordi out of the theater and down the lobby.

~

Tristan and Jordi were in Meadowview Park, sitting on a bench as the sakura petals fell to the ground. Jordi gazed at the swans in the lake and couples using the paddleboats. Tristan stared at Jordi.

Tristan: “So, what Blair told you upset you that much?”

He began.

Jordi: “Which part?”

He laughed sadly.

Tristan: “Well…”

He leaned over.

Tristan: “All of it did, but you snapped when he mentioned Fabien told him on his Bungle server that you were at the theaters.”

Jordi hung his head.

Jordi: “I never told him I was going… Would he do that to me?”

He whispered and cupped his mouth.

Tristan: “Fabien?”

Jordi sighed and slowly nodded.

Tristan: “Why would he do that?”

Jordi sighed.

Jordi: “I never told him I was going… We chatted briefly on Bungle, and he asked me to have dinner with him. I was going to until you messaged me, and I said something at work came up.”

Tristan pursed his lips and nodded.

Tristan: “You rejected his invitation to be with me.”

He said evenly. Jordi nodded soberly.

Jordi: “You probably think I am a horrible person now.”

He said, followed by a humorless laugh. Tristan just smiled and shook his head.

Tristan: “Not at all.”

Jordi smiled slightly and raked his fingers through his hair.

Jordi: “Why not?”

Tristan inhaled sharply.

Tristan: “You didn’t do what you did with malicious intentions or to hurt Fabien.”

He sat back.

Tristan: “In fact, you did it because you’re afraid to confront Fabien on your issues with him and did this to avoid hurting his feelings.”

He said gently.

Jordi cupped his mouth and looked away.

Jordi: “I…”

He said with pain in his eyes.

Jordi: “I just want to make everyone happy, but… I hate to say that not everyone makes me happy.”

He said with strain. Tristan nodded and heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “While a part of me understands wanting to make others happy, you cannot control how others feel… or feel about you. You just admitted that not everyone makes you happy, so not everyone will be happy with you.”

Jordi drew a long breath.

Jordi: “You’re right.”

Tristan gazed intently at him.

Tristan: “Why did you reject Fabien’s invitation to be with me if you don’t mind me asking?”

He asked gently. Jordi drew a long breath.

Jordi: “Because I don’t enjoy Fabien’s company anymore, and I sometimes wonder if I did. I sometimes wonder if I don’t cut ties with him because I feel sorry for him. He seems lonely and wants friends, but he doesn’t know how to be one.”

He said with some frustration, raking his fingers through his hair.

Jordi: “When we both worked at Danny Donger’s, I talked to him during breaks, and we would go out and have drinks after a long shift, but I had to quit working at that place because the pay was horrible. I wasn’t making enough to pay the property taxes, to put food on the table, to hire a live-in caregiver for my grandfather, and pay for his oxygen tanks and medication. Working at Danny Donger’s is fine if you live alone with no one to care for, as Fabien does, but I had duties. I don’t think Fabien understands that. He seems to take trolling people and making fun of others as a priority.”

He vented to Tristan.

Jordi: “He would share stuff Blair would write on this Lonely Nice Guys forum and laugh at it. I don’t find amusement in Blair’s antics. They annoy me. Blair has bullied me for years because I dared to ask his grandmother for some food when I was hungry. I wouldn’t have asked her if I didn’t need it. I wasn’t doing it out of greed, and Blair doesn’t fathom this because he never had it bad.”

He rolled his eyes.

Jordi: “But this is all Fabien does and ever did: make fun of people, and I never liked that. Get a life, dude. I hate to spew clichés, but I feel he does this to feel better about himself. Happy people don’t go around wrecking others’ lives.”

He huffed.

Tristan nodded and heaved a deep sigh.

Tristan: “Then it seems to me this friendship has expired, and you’ve emotionally checked out. The one thing you two had in common is no longer. You both worked at Danny Donger’s, and now you don’t.”

He said coolly.

Tristan: “And yes, Fabien always took to ridiculing others and trolling people. He always did this. Certain people adhere to this, but you don’t. You either grow with someone or grow apart from them. It’s natural to outgrow friendships. Not everyone is meant to stay.”

He said gently.

Jordi gazed intently at Tristan and smiled as he reddened.

Jordi: “I had a nice evening before that tornado named Blair ruined it.”

He said softly. Tristan smiled back at him.

Tristan: “As did I. I’m sorry Blair ruined that outing, but the evening itself doesn’t have to be ruined.”

He nodded.

Jordi: “No?”

His eyes lit up.

Jordi scanned the park and saw a vendor selling chocolate-covered marshmallow hearts with various toppings, such as sprinkles, Rice Krispies, and peanuts on sticks. He rose from the bench and went to the vendor to purchase one. Tristan eyed him quizzically and smiled when he saw where he went. Jordi returned with a chocolate-covered marshmallow heart with rainbow sprinkles. Tristan’s emerald eyes sparkled with delight as Jordi handed it to him.

Jordi: “For you.”

Tristan: “Thank you, Jordi! You’re too kind.”

He said gently as he took it. Jordi reddened.

In a nearby bush, Ivy was filming everything with a big smirk on her face. Tristan is unhappy with Deimos, and I know I was, so that anyone would be, she thought.

~

Fabien showed Celeste and Jaxon a post Blair made to his Bungle Server about a month ago.

Fabien: “I am SO glad I invited Blair to my server. His posts never get old. Here is one where he whines about a vacation.”

He clicked on his “vent” channel and scrolled up to a post made back in July. Celeste leaned in.

BlairDonati: -Be me

-Go to a small town for Independence Day weekend for vacation because my grandpa, Ivy, and Vanessa want to enjoy the beach

-The first thing they had was a mile-long stretch of protesters with signs and yelling

-Ignore them and go into the town

-Kid asked me why I looked like Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island.

-Annoyed

-Leave stores because of people in a line-up, despite my saying my purchases are more important.

-People with signs showing pictures of chickens and cows in slaughterhouses promoting veganism.

-Finally back to the hotel.

I hate people. Why does all this bad stuff happen to me?

Jaxon: “Is he fucking serious? These are minor inconveniences at best.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed.

Celeste: “Oh my God, I died at the kid saying he looks like Gilligan from Gilligan’s Island!”

She cackled.

Deimos entered the house and wore a Black Sabbath tank top, torn jeans, and cowboy boots. Jaxon turned his back on Deimos.

Deimos: “Hey, I got off from teaching a karate class and saw Tristan isn’t back from the movies yet.”

He stated. Fabien looked away and furrowed his eyebrows.

Deimos: “Hello, Fabien. How are you?”

Fabien turned to him.

Fabien: “Great! I am showing Jaxon and Celeste Blair’s lame posts on my Bungle Server!”

He laughed.

Deimos: “What is the blue bitch whining about now?”

He asked sharply. Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Blue bitch.”

He leaned over and read Blair’s post.

Deimos: “Yeah, if he didn’t want to go, he could have… not gone. He’s twenty-two years old, not twelve. Sometimes I forget that.”

He huffed.

The computer chimed. Blair sent Fabien a direct message with a video attached.

BlairDonati: Hey, Fabien, my sweetheart, Ivy, recorded this to let you know what Jordi really thinks of you!

Deimos, Jaxon, Celeste, and Fabien read it. Fabien’s heart sank. Deimos rolled his eyes.

Deimos: “Yeah, like any good will come out of Ivy and her stupid videos she has as ‘evidence’.”

Fabien laughed.

Fabien: “What Jordi thinks of me, huh?”

Jaxon eyed Fabien curiously. Celeste clicked on the video, and it played, showing Tristan and Jordi at the park, with Jordi explaining why he had blown off Fabien. Fabien watched the video, and he forced a smile.

Fabien: “Hahahahahaha, oh, I see. That’s interesting.”

He said through clenched teeth. Deimos watched it incredulously.

Deimos: “This could have been avoided if Jordi just straight up told you that you’re grating on him.”

He said evenly.

Fabien: “He’s not going to do that, Deimos! He’s a doormat to his prick of a grandfather and his shitty boss, so why would he tell me what he thinks of me?!”

He laughed bitterly.

Jaxon: “Are you okay, Fabien?”

He knit his eyebrows.

Fabien: “Yeah, I’m fine, Jax! I mean, I had a better evening with you and Celeste than I would have with him! He actually likes that fat loser FATLEY! Who likes that fat piece of crap anyway?!”

He laughed bitterly.

Celeste: “I do.”

She blinked.

Celeste: “But I like you, too, Fab!”

She wrapped her arms around him. Fabien froze. He slowly wrapped his arms around her.

Fabien: “Well, you like me and like laughing at Blair!”

Celeste: “Yeah, Blair sucks.”

Deimos watched the video and saw Jordi buy a chocolate heart for Tristan. Deimos clenched his fists tightly and felt his fury soar.

Deimos: “I have to go.”

He said and stormed out. Jaxon watched him go and drew a rough breath.

Jaxon: “Thank fuck he left.”

He muttered.

Fabien broke the hug from Celeste and fished out a phone from his pocket.

Celeste: “You got a new phone?”

She asked him.

Fabien: “No, it’s just a burner phone.”

He dialed a number and smirked.

~

Craig sat in his bedroom, pouting, surrounded by the empty beer cans, pizza boxes, and food trays. His cell phone rang. He rushed to pick it up.

Craig: “G’day! It’s Craig and I’m wicked sick!”

A man with an Indian accent replied.

Man: “Hello, Craig! I am calling to confirm Jordi ditched me at the park because he said he wants to date you instead.”

Craig’s eyes lit up.

Craig: “Oh, fuck yeah, I knew he couldn’t resist me!”

Man: “Check your fax machine, Craig! He left me some naughty photos from his Danny Donger days! Wink, wink!”

Craig smirked.

Craig: “Oh, fuck yeah! Fucks machine? The hell is that?”

He then heard a click.

~

Celeste: “Uh, Fabien, why did you speak in that accent and tell Craig Jordi wants him when he doesn’t?”

She asked him.

Fabien: “Do you two have a fax machine?”

Jaxon: “Uh, yeah, Noah set one up for us.”

He pointed to the fax machine by their phone.

~

Fabien returned to their house with pin-ups of Jordi from when he served tables at Danny Donger’s. He placed the pictures face-up into the feeder and punched in Craig’s fax number. He then pressed send.

Jaxon: “Are you sure you wanna do this, man, instead of confronting him?”

Fabien: “Why? This is way more fun, and Jordi is going to deny it anyway.”

He laughed and shrugged.

Jaxon: “How do you know that?”

Fabien: “I don’t. I find this more fun.”

He grinned.

Celeste: “Well, they’re not nude, Jax. Just saucy but not racy.”

She nodded.

Jaxon: “I know, babe, but this is Craig, and he’s an idiot.”

He groaned.

Celeste: “Wait, won’t Craig know these pictures came from our house?”

Fabien: “No, I got you covered. Craig is an idiot. He didn’t know what a fax machine was.”

He smirked tightly.

Jaxon: “Yeah, he is that…”

He muttered.

~

Craig looked around the loft for the “fuck machine” until he saw pictures of Jordi sliding out of a fax machine. He gasped and rushed over, tripping over a pizza box and falling facedown. He lifted his head, scrambled to his feet, and ran to see pictures of Jordi posing in his purple Danny Donger’s uniform in suggestive poses.

Craig’s jaw hit the floor when his eyes gazed upon Jordi lying on his stomach across the bar with his feet in full view behind his smiling face and the “Danny Donger’s” logo on the wall behind him. Craig’s hands trembled as he flicked through the photos. The following picture was Jordi standing outside the establishment with the logo in full view, leaning against a black Mustang and holding a cigarette in his hand.

Craig smiled dumbly, reached down, and stroked his cock to the pictures.

~

Fabien, Jaxon, and Celeste sat and watched Angel City Cop Two. Celeste leaned on Jaxon with her arm around him, and Fabien leaned on Jaxon’s shoulder.

Fabien: “Today was a good day!”

He grinned.

Celeste: “Yeah, you should use that burner phone to troll Blair, though. That’d be funnier.”

Fabien snorted.

Fabien: “Yeah, as if I never did. I also took pictures with my Polaroid camera of Fatley and Lazaros to put into Blair’s mailbox. Seeing Blair’s heart rip in two is amazing!”

He laughed.

Celeste: “And Ivy just… doesn’t see this.”

Jaxon: “She doesn’t care, babe.”

Celeste: “Yeah, seeing Blair cry is funny.”

She laughed.

She rose from the couch.

Celeste: “But you know what I like hearing MORE than Blair crying? LAUGHTER!”

She knelt down and tickled Jaxon’s and Fabien’s feet. The two men erupted in laughter.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He laughed hard.

Fabien: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! CELESTE NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He laughed and squirmed.