Page 131 of The Holy Grail
“You’re welcome,” Anthony said with a smile before adding, “Your meals should be out shortly.”
“Oh, my God,” Malcom muttered, as Anthony headed off to check on another table.
Jules was on the verge of stepping in to soothe Malcom’s obvious distress (not unlike how she did with Paige in similar situations, of which there had been more than a few), but Evan was quicker.
Putting a hand on Malcom’s shoulder, Evan squeezed a little until their eyes met. “Relax, man,” he said. “The waiter’s probably going to hear worse before his shift is over.”
Unconvinced, Malcom shook his head, “I doubt that.”
“Please. Do you know how much shit I hear at the bar?”
“I would imagine a lot, since it’s abar, where people drink alcohol. This is a nice restaurant.”
“The hospitality venue really doesn’t matter,” Evan replied dismissively. “Crazy shit gets put out there, everywhere, from bars to nice restaurants—crazy shit might even be said inyourrestaurant, after you get it opened.” At Malcom’s rather horrified expression, Evan gave a reassuring look in return. “But trust me when I say it goes in one ear and out the other.” Then, feeling like he’d offered enough emotional support for the time being, he shifted his attention back to Jules. “Anyway, you were saying something about fuckery?”
“Right.” She grabbed a breadstick of her own and took a bite, giving a quick hum of appreciation as she chewed. “So, if I were to be working late one night, I might come over to Mal’s place and find you two engaging in some fuckery?” she repeated.
“Potentially, yes. And the same thing could apply to me, coming over to find you and Mal in the middle of fuckery, or Mal coming home to find you and I in the middle of fuckery.” Evan paused for a second. “Although, I’m not sure why we would be at his place getting up to some fuckery if he wasn’t there … unless his place was designated our headquarters, so to speak. But then we’d probably have to have a key or something to get in.”
“You know, that’s actually not a bad idea—”
“To have a key to Mal’splace?”
“Well, a key might be a tad premature, but having Mal’s place being our headquarters is a hell of an idea. It makes a lot of sense, actually, because it’s centrally located, which is a huge selling point.”
“I totally agree.” Evan nodded, then added, “Plus, Dawn Corleone is there.”
“Not to mention, the great kitchen.”
“And he probably has more booze. All I have is George Clooney’s tequila.”
“He definitely has more booze, including a bunch of wine. And a killer coffee maker—”
“Which is off limits,” Malcom broke in.
Ignoring him, Evan grabbed another breadstick. “What about his bed? How big is it?”
“It’s a King,” Jules answered.
“Good, because I only have a double—”
“Same.”
“What about his master bath?”
“It’s pretty big.”
“Decent sized shower?”
“Yes.”
“Like, could we all fit in there?”
“For sure. And we wouldn’t be packed in there like sardines, either.”
“Good, because my shower barely fits one person.”
“So does mine. And my shower head is kind of low, so if either of you were to use it, you’d have to kind of bend down to wash your hair, like I do.”
