Page 27 of Euphoria
“Anyway,” I continue talking to Andres. “I’m taking Ry.”
“Which means you take Guinevere.”
“That’s Orion’s problem.” I snicker.
After a pause, Andres speaks again. “This might be good for us though because you’re always a distraction for the media and now, the two media whores in one house sharing a wife? Gold.”
“We’re not sharing her because we’re not giving each other separate time. She’s ours for good.” Bowie corrects without batting an eyelash.
Andres chuckles. “You’re still the same punk kid I tried to kick out of my fight clubs. Always ballsy.”
Bowie winks at Andres and Andres glares at him. Andres rolls his eyes and looks back at me. “We need this because I’m going to fucking annihilate Esposito and his men for fucking with me and mine,” he says with no hesitation, which means he trusts Bowie much more than he trusts others around him. “So, stay in the media and give them something to talk about. Look at you, eyes practically fluttering from the media attention, you little media whore.” Andres teases.
I shake my head, laughing. “Thank you? The fuck?”
Andres shrugs. “What? It’s true. You’re a fucking magnet for drama. They always catch you doing some shit. At least, now they’ll catch you getting married. Keeping your dick in your pants.”
I snort. “You’re so full of shit, Papà. Your compliments are so backwards. Fucking ridiculous.”
Andres laughs. “Shut the fuck up and cook me something. I’m a widow.”
I chuckle getting up heading towards my kitchen. “What the fuck? This is abuse of power or some shit. Anyway, what are you hungry for?”
“You make the best Empanadas. Make me those and get me some black coffee.”
“You need a girl, not me making you shit.”
“I’m in mourning,” he says. I turn to look at Andres, and he gives me his attempt at a sad face. Scary motherfucker. I laugh. I wouldn’t wish for another man to raise me, even if we got another chance to do it all over again.
“Include me, please and thank you,” Bowie says.
“Uh, no? I’m not a fucking chef or maid for that fact.” I answer back.
“You see, the type of man I have to spend the rest of my life with?” He says to Andres.
I laugh. “Dude, this is why they thought you were gay when we were younger, you say shit so weirdly. You sound like your cousin.”
Bowie snorts. “Jag would marry Oran just to say that he’s married to a man but he’s still getting pussy. To be even more extra, he’ll let everyone know he’s straight but still has more game than anyone else,” he says.
Andres and I laugh. “So basically you?” Andres asks.
Bowie laughs. “Jagger and I are the same person in different bodies. Mine is hotter than his though.”
I laugh, leave it to Bowie to compliment someone, especially his blood and in the same breath, call them uglier than him.
* * *
Bowie
“How long are you going to be gone for?” Phoenix asks.
“Aww, you miss me already?” I tease.
He rolls his eyes. “No, asshat. Just wondering since I’ll be away too.”
“You worried about our girl?” I ask.
Phoenix nods. “I know she’s a strong ass person, but you know how she gets. I just don’t want to think we’re not going to be there if she calls.”
