Page 102 of High Stakes and Soulmates
Yorick is dressed in the sexiest outfit I think I’ve ever seen. But what stands out the most are the faux leather pants that are so tight, he seems to be struggling to get out of his seat. This is proven by the way he reaches for Julian, who stands up to exit the three-row SUV.
“Julian, help me up,” Yorick whines.
“You chose to wear those pants, you must suffer,” Julian says, enjoying this more than he should. It’s highlighted by the way he’s eating some crackers he’d picked up from a gas station, using them like it’s dinner and entertainment.
“You want some, Cyrus?” he asks.
“I’m alright, thank you,” Cyrus replies, too fixated on Yorick to worry about anything else.
Yorick whines as he holds his hands out to Casimir, who plows right through them when he exits the vehicle. “Casimir, help me up.”
“I’ll help you into a delivery box and ship you back to whatever country you came from.”
The shirt, if one could call it that, is neon green fishnet. His long hair is pinned back just on one side to show off the silver earring in the shape of a long snake that goes halfway down his neck. I think all attention was on him when he strolled out of the room he was staying in and met us in the foyer, but really, the only attention he seems to want is from Atticus.
Now all attention is on him while he wallows in his seat because his pants are too tight and he can’t get up.
“I think your pants are too small for your ass,” Atticus says, like Yorick couldn’t determine this for himself.
“Didn’t we decide he’s actually very intelligent?” I whisper.
“We suspected it,” Julian whispers back, as if the vampire couldn’t hear. “Now I’m not so sure.”
“Excuse me! I was accepted into Harvard. But then I got so bored because I already knew everything they were blabbing on about that I just decided it wasn’t for me! I made Atticus pay, of course,” Yorick says.
“Why would you pay if you hate him?” I ask, quite curious.
“Because I wanted him to feel like he owed me,” Atticus says.
Julian grins. “How did that go for you?”
“Not well,” Atticus admits. “He enjoys splurging with my money. You should have heard him cry when I cut him off my credit card.”
“Why was he on your credit card?” Casimir asks.
Yorick cackles about this question. “I stole it. It took himnine yearsto realize I was using his card.Nine years. And I wassplurging. Everything you see me wear, purchased by his card.”
Atticus looks minorly irritated. “I…admittedly… maybe don’t check my accounts very often.”
“Johnny doesn’t?” I ask, rather surprised.
“This parasite fooled Johnny into thinking that I gave it to him,” Atticus says, looking back at Johnny who came as well.
“A blunder I am most apologetic for,” Johnny responds as he bows his head. “I will work until the day I die to make up for my mistake.”
“Johnny, what have I told you about being so dramatic? Now come on.”
“Yes, sir,” he says as he picks Yorick up like he’s a child and sets him on his feet outside of the vehicle.
I turn to Cyrus and find that he has already turned to look at me so we can silently share thoughts on the ridiculous scene we’ve just witnessed.
“I feel so safe,” he says with much sarcasm. “Like as long as Yorick doesn’t have to run, I think I’ll besosafe. But if he does have to run… I’m not sure we’re going to make it.”
“Would you like me to wear pants like that?” I ask.
“Why yes. When Yorick’s done with them, I’d like to see you try to wear them so you can waddle around. I mean…isthat sexy?” he asks as we both turn to Yorick who is strolling with ease now that Johnny’s righted him. “Okay… it’s kind of sexy, but the rest isn’t. Why are our friends so strange?”
“You’re claiming them as friends now?”
