Page 143 of Ready to Cash Out

“Last meal?” Trev hissed. “Oof, not a great choice of words.”

“Right. Our final… munch? Hindmost sustenance?”

“Oh my God, stop.”

“Closing noms.”

Trev laughed. “Okay, that one was funny.”

Jupiter smiled triumphantly.

Trev decided to let Jupiter enjoy the levity, however brief it might be, and he paused just outside the dining room to kiss him. “Just for that, I’m gonna ride your dick later.”

“Insatiable little thing.” Jupiter laughed. “Did you not get enough today?”

“Nope.” Trev kissed him again, flinching when something soft hit his head. “The fuck?”

Rowena stood there in a blue shark onesie complete with hood and fin feet, saying, “Come on, fuckers! Go get changed!”

Trev scrambled to make sense of what Rowena had apparently thrown at him. It was neon rainbow and very fuzzy. “What is this?”

“Your pajamas!” Jimmy poked his head out, revealing he was wearing some sort of blue monster onesie with floppy ears.

“What the hell are you?”

Jimmy pouted. “I’m Stitch.”

Trev had no idea what that was, frowning as he held out the lump of fabric. “And I’m what…? A hem?”

“A motherfucking unicorn!” Rowena cheered. “Gorgeous, fabulous, and stabby.”

“That sums you up pretty well, baby doll.” Jupiter chuckled.

“Here.” Rowena threw another blob of fabric at Jupiter. “Meow, bitch.”

Jupiter blinked.

“You’re a kitty!” Jimmy grinned, but then his face fell. “Sorry if you’re not, like, a cat person. There weren’t a lot of options in your size.”

Trev waved the onesie. “And we have these because?”

“Because this might be your last night with us since somebody said you wanted to leave tomorrow.” Rowena crossed her arms. “So, we decided to do something awesome.”

Mickey snorted.

Rowena flipped him off. “Roddy is busy, so! He left me and Jimmy in charge of dinner. I gave Jerry the night off and we’re gonna order a shit ton of Chinese food, drink margaritas, and watch Mean Girls the musical.”

As curious as Trev was about a musical rendition of his new favorite movie, he didn’t miss that Cold was busy.

Busy with what?

“And what is dear Roddy up to?” Trev asked casually. “Crying in a corner because they didn’t have any pajamas that would make him look like a giant turd?”

“Okay, but they actually do have pajamas that look like the poop emoji.” Jimmy giggled.

“Oh my God, of course they do.”

Rowena shooed Trev and Jupiter back down the hallway. “Go on! Juicy is getting changed too, so put your shit on and come back downstairs.”