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There is a quiet rumble behind me.

“Did you just growl at me?” Joey says, increduality lacing his voice. “Jesus fuck, I’m just introducing your man to the fam. You looked like you were two seconds away from whisking him away to your room.”

I look behind be but Rex just looks neutral to me.

“I hope you don’t mind?” Joey says to me. “I’m sure you would have showered, but I couldn’t take the chance. I am only really a fan of me and Echo smelling like sex.”

What. Is. Happening?

“How about we let Rex and Ian sit down? Why don’t you go get them a drink, Joey?” An older guy says gently. He turns to me with an outstretched hand.“Hi, I’m Kenny”

Oh my god, I am meeting the president of the Fallen Gargoyles.

I shake his hand with all of the finesse of a wet dog. “It is so nice to meet you sir.”

Kenny gives me a huge smile.

“Oh we are keeping you son. I’m going to go tell Stella she’s got another dildo warmer to crochet.” And with that he disappears.

Is everyone here very high?

Maybe this is how close families interact? With a lot of sex talk and a dash of insanity.

Rex motions me to slide into the booth and I find myself in a Fizz and Rex sandwich.

“You’ve met Booker, the man stradling him is his stepbrother Nicky. Next to them is Jet, he’s a L and D nurse, and Echo, Joey’s beloved,” Fizz says filling me in.

Echo nods, I remember Joey saying his man was the strong and silent type like Rex. Jet gives me a shit eating grin before leaning forward, elbows resting on the table.

“So Ian, are you available?”

“Fuck off, Jet, you know he has Rex’s brand.” He crosses his arms and looks at Jet like he can’t decide if he wants to kiss him or kill him.

I have no idea what my tattoo has to do with my relationship status but I’m glad I don’t have to answer the question.

“ONe drink for Rex and Ian,” Joey declares placing a wine glass of beer in front of us. Rex and I share a look. I guess we’re meant to share? Rex just shrugs and passes it to me. I take a sip before passing it back. Instead of turning the glass arounf, Rextakes a sip from the exact spot that I did, closing his eyes as he did it.

Why is that so hot?

I try and temper down a whimper but it comes out as a squeak anyway.

“Wow, okay, you guys are reminding me way to hard that I am twenty seven with no prospects.” Fizz says with a strained smile.

“Not no prospects,” Jet mutters. Fizz ignores him.

“C’mon, I want to dance. Who is with me?” Rex and I stand up to let him out and he grabs my hand as we marches to the dance floor. I guess I’m dancing then. Joey bounces after us and the three guys that aren’t dry humping each other,watch us go.

“What is the deal with you and Jet?” I ask Fizz as we bop to a Neon Liars tune.

I am so glad I took their advice and wore my sexy comfy clothes. My favorite baggy jeans and a graphic tee that I accidentally shrunk a tiny bit and now it’s like a slighly long crop top only showing an inch of skin.

“We aren’t talking about that,” Fizz says in a sing song voice. I look at Joey who just rolls his eyes.

“What do you think of Rex?” Joey asks

“He’s the best. Literally the best person I’ve ever met,” I say, before realising how rude that might seem. “Shoot, I think you are both great as well. I just mean-”

“Don’t worry, Ian, we’re not offended.” Fizz says, patting my arm in reassurance.

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