Fiona's
character, Lexi, is a bit of a slut. Within the first four episodes,
Lexi has sex with all four of her co-stars. Her scene with Dechlan
goes well, then she has her scene with Cole. It doesn't go quite as
smoothly, leaving him in a rather disturbed state. Fiona isn't
much better. It wouldn't have been so difficult if she weren't
interested in her co-stars romantically.
By
some miracle, we got a satisfactory scene shot and Don decided to
call it a day. Cole escaped as soon as possible and I wished I could.
I could tell the Mongoose was going to get a workout tonight! Once I
was changed and ready to go home, the guys met me by the car. We
piled in and the driver headed to our condo.
“I
promised to take you out drinking and dancing,” Dechlan said. “It's
Friday, we can cut loose.”
“I
don't want to go out-out,” I said, confusing them all. “Downstairs
to the lounge, so no one has to drive. We all going?”
Dechlan
looked at the other men, nodding somewhat resignedly. “Yeah. Is
that okay?”
“Yeah.”
I smiled at him. “But don't think we're pulling a Lexi,” I said
with a grin. “Just because I'm drinking doesn't mean I'm doing
anything else.”
“Got
it. Loud and clear,” Hugo said. “No dicks allowed, you two.”
“What
about you?” Cole snapped.
“My
dick has not been involved in this bizarre quadrangle yet. Though he
awaits his turn anxiously.”
“Third
person on the dick?” I raised a questioning eyebrow. “Men really
do that?”
“To
make a point,” Hugo said. “In this equation, my dick is a free
radical.”
I
started laughing. “I don't think that means what you think it
means. Free radicals aren't mathematical.”
“So
now you're a math genius? Contradicting the Asian dude? Everyone
knows that Asians are superior in every way. Bigger intellects,
bigger swords. . . .”
“Smaller
dicks,” Cole said with finality.
“Just
because you're Black doesn't mean you have me beat in that
department,” Hugo sounded offended. “Black men don't hold a
monopoly on penis size. They just want everyone to think that. They
perpetuate the myth to make the rest of us feel inferior.”
Cole
held up his hand, grabbing Hugo's wrist. He splayed their hands out
palm to palm. His fingers were nearly an inch longer than Hugo's.
Riveting the shorter Asian man with his bottomless black eyes, he
tipped his head toward their hands.
“You
know how they say things are proportional?”
Hugo's
eyes grew large.
“You
do the math. Genius.”
We
pulled up at the condo and Cole hopped out of the car, heading up to
his room without the rest of us. We thanked the driver and slipped
him a tip.
“I
love driving you guys around,” he said as Dechlan handed him the
money. “You have the most interesting conversations of any of my
clients. See you Monday!” He tipped his hat and left.
©
2015 Dellani Oakes
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