Page 65 of The Laughing Game

“They aren’t anatomically correct?” someone offered.

“Well, duh. But, no, that’s not it. Anyone?”

Nobody had an answer.

Robin grinned. “Because Ken came in another box.”

Lots of groans all around, except for Gideon, who laughed maniacally.

“All right, I’m done up here. Anyone need a drink? I know I do.”

“I hope that’s a joke,” Sebastian said into his mic. “Because you’re on duty.”

“Oh, fuck off. Of course it’s a joke. That’s what you pay me for,” Robin said, then laid his mic on top of the piano and pranced down the steps to the carpeted floor.

He made his way right over to Vihaal. He crossed his arms over his corset and raised his eyebrows.

“Why are therethreeof you?” He swiveled his head and gave me a once over. “Angel, are you being sex trafficked?”

I burst out a laugh, my cheeks flushing.

“Hello, Robin,” Vihaal said, in that way he had of turning even the most boring statements into something sexual.

“Hello, Mr. Petrovsky,” Robin replied, with a saucy lilt as he fingered the collar of his chemise so that his nipple was more visible.

“Put that away. You’ll not tempt me this evening. I have four nipples to play with tonight, and none of them belong to you.”

“What a shame,” Robin said, sighing. He turned to me and offered his hand. “So. What on Earth are you doing with these two perverts? And why do you look so…” He gave me a once over. “Doable?Accountants aren’t supposed to look so hot, you know.”

Sebastian came up behind Robin and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Robin. Your job is not to grill our patrons on their choice of companions. Or to tell anyone how hot or not they are allowed to look.”

Robin gave Sebastian the most withering look I’d ever seen.

“My job, Sebastian, is to be my charming self. And this is who I am. So back off and leave me be.”

Sebastian smiled at me. “Angel. Nice to see you again.”

“Sebastian.”

“Well. Now you look good enough to be on the arms of these two very particular men.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Only now?”

He smiled.

“Hey, Sebastian,” Gideon said. “How are things?”

Sebastian shrugged. “Good.” He tilted his head at me. “Does Angel know he looks gay now?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I muttered.

“Yes. We’ve told him,” Vihaal offered.

Sebastian smiled wider.

“I’m bisexual,” I muttered. “Or pansexual. Wait, what’s the difference?”

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