And so, on a Friday night and with cash in her pocket, Gina found herself at the hotel.

Both her aunts were home, which was somewhat of a rarity. Gina noticed that they liked to go out quite a bit on Friday nights. Something about dancing and needing to do it often. Gina didn't care. If her middle-aged aunts wanted to go tear up the town like they were teens, who was she to judge? Honestly, she thought it was adorable how much they flirted with each other. They were almost as bad as her own parents. Almost.

When Gina walked into the top floor suite, Chloé greeted her with a hug and looked her face over. "Huh," she said, smirking. "I hope you got some licks in."

"I got a few," Gina said, smiling.

"Gina!" Sabrina said. She scurried to Gina and looked her over. "Oh, my goodness! What happened to you? Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine! Geez! Seriously, I'm okay. It was just a fight. It's no biggie."

Sabrina knelt down to examine Gina's face. "Oh, you act all tough, but these things hurt. We know from experience, don't we, dear?"

"She's right," Chloé said from behind her. "Would you like an ice pack? Some Tylenol? Whiskey?"

Gina shook her head. "Aunt Chloé, I'm not old enough for that!"

"You're only a year and some change out," Chloé pointed out.

Gina shook her head as Sabrina shot Chloé a withering look. Smiling, Gina stepped back a bit. "I'm okay, thanks. I'm here to do some catch up work with André. Is he in?"

Sabrina nodded. "Of course. Now tell us, sweetie. Who did this to you? Whoever it is, we'll kick their ass for you."

Gina blushed and scrunched into her jean jacket. "Um, it was, uh, it was you."

Sabrina blinked a couple times as what Gina said registered. She clapped her hands over her mouth as her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. "Oh. Oh, my God. I am so sorry! I didn't…" She closed her eyes. "I didn't know! I swear I didn't know! I am so sorry, sweetheart. I would never, ever hurt you. I…"

"It's cool," Gina said, smiling. "You, um, you pack a mean left hook, Aunt Sabrina."

Sabrina covered her face and shambled away as Chloé smiled. "André's in his room. You kids want some pizza?"

"I could eat pizza," Gina said.

Chloé scooted her along. "Get going. I'll order you some dinner. He's expecting you."

Gina nodded and headed down the hall. Chloé meanwhile drifted to Sabrina, who was standing off to the side, her face still in her hands.

"I'm a monster," Sabrina murmured.

"You're my monster," Chloé said as she rubbed her back.

"This isn't a flirty thing!"

"You heard her. It's okay. And she's tough."

"I nearly killed our niece!" Sabrina snapped. "It's not okay!"

"Yeah, like, twenty years ago," Chloé said. "She doesn't seem to be holding a grudge."

"How is…" Sabrina lowered her voice. "How is she supposed to marry our son, now? His mother tried to kill her!"

Chloé shrugged. "Well, personally? At that age, I would have found that a turn-on." Chloé eyed Sabrina as her wife's words clicked. "Hold up. Who the fuck says she's marrying André?"

"I do?" Sabrina said. "They're cute and he likes her!"

"He likes cats, too. That doesn't mean we're getting one."

"Stop it! They're cute together."

"They're not even dating," Chloé pointed out. "And that's not the sole requirement for marriage."

Sabrina bit her lip and looked down the hall. "We need to get them together. If I've screwed this up, I'll never forgive myself."

"What's this 'we' stuff?" Chloé asked. "Sabrina, are you feeling okay? Did you bang your head too hard against the headboard?" Chloé blushed. "Sorry again about that."

"No! Dammit, don't fight me on this. I've been planning this for 12 years!" Sabrina snapped. "Ever since he fell and skinned his knee and she kissed him on the forehead! Don't you remember that?"

"Barely! He was four!"

"They were adorable together! Don't screw with my fantasy pairings!"

Chloé rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you want to be officially family with Marinette?"

Sabrina eyed her. "You don't want to be officially family with Adrien?"

Chloé sputtered. "You… Dammit. Mom already adopted him!"

"Not officially!"

"I can have a lawyer make it official by tomorrow! There! Problem solved!"

"Chloé," Sabrina said. She put her hands on her wife's. "You once told me I could have whatever I wanted for the rest of my life, remember?"

Chloé locked up and glanced away. "I… I remember something along those lines. Yes."

"And how many times have I asked of you?"

Chloé sighed. "Almost never."

Sabrina squeezed Chloé's hands. "Well, I'm asking now."

Chloé looked at her wife and let out a long, defeated sigh. "Gaaah! You beautiful, conniving, devious bitch. I love you so fucking much."

"I love you, too." Sabrina planted a quick kiss on Chloé's cheek. "Now, help me manipulate some children."

"Fine," Chloé said, rolling her eyes. "I'll get my phone."

20 minutes later…

André and Gina were engrossed in their studies when there was a knock on the door. The lanky blonde turned down the music they had playing and got up off the floor while Gina looked up from his bed. She automatically got the more comfortable spot. Girl rule.

"Hey," Sabrina said from the door. She had two pizza boxes and a six pack of soda in hand. "Sooo," she looked to André. "Your mom and I have to head out for a bit. Will you two be okay if we're not back for several hours?"

André looked to Gina, who shrugged. "Um, yeah," he said. "We're just catching up. We've still got three chapters to go through, so take your time."

Sabrina looked to Gina and flashed her a nervous grin. "There's more soda in the fridge, and feel free to use the main room if you want to take a break, play some games, watch a movie, or, you know, stuff."

They stared at her. "Um, thanks," Gina said. She held up her book. "But seriously, we're both way behind. I don't know how much time we'll have for that. And I have to be home by eight."

"I called your mom!" Sabrina said, a little too eagerly. "It's Friday night, after all. You're good to stay as long as you like."

Gina jumped a bit as her phone buzzed. She checked it to see a message from her mother.

ADULT MOM: 'Have fun! Tell them thank you, and STAY OUT OF TROUBLE. Love you! 😊'

Gina blinked. She looked to André. "So, I guess I can stay. Cool? But don't you have work tomorrow?"

André nodded. "Yeah. I'm busing tables for the breakfast shift."

"That's early," Gina said. "I should probably head out around eight."

"That works," André said. "I need to get to bed early tonight."

Gina nodded. "Cool. My hours were cut at the coffee shop, so I was gonna hit up Gramma for some early morning hours tomorrow. Saturday crowds tip well, and I want a new phone."

André looked at her. "Um, aren't you guys rich?"

Gina shrugged. "Yeah, but, like, I still earn money for my own stuff. I try not to mooch. Plus, it's harder for mom to confiscate something I bought with my own cash."

"Point," André said.

Sabrina blinked. "So, you're both just going to study hard and go to bed early on a Friday night?"

They both looked up at her.

"Probably," André said. "Um, is that okay?"

"Well, yeah," Gina said. "I mean, it's been a rough week, and Gramma could use the help. She's still getting used to the new hip. It feels like the right thing to do. Oh, thank you for letting me hang, by the way."

Sabrina's mouth was opening and closing, but she was having trouble making noises. "You, um, we'll be gone for hours. Just so we're clear. You'll be unsupervised. Are you comfortable with that?"

The two kids glanced at each other and nodded.

"We're not exactly unsupervised. I mean, Ziggy's here."

Gina pointed to André's dresser, where Ziggy was chugging one of the cans of soda. He waved to Sabrina without stopping.

"We'll be safe," Gina said.

The two teens went back to studying.

Sabrina stood, internally screaming, as she stared at the two kids.

'They're unsupervised teenagers on a Friday night in a penthouse suite. We have a hot tub. A GOD! DAMN! HOT TUB!' She thought. 'Why aren't they taking advantage? What madness is this?!'

Defeated, Sabrina drifted back to the kitchen where Chloé was stirring some lemon into a tea cup. She handed he cup to Sabrina and then grabbed her purse. "Let me guess," she said. "They shot down any potential hook up time tonight in favor of studying?"

"She's going home early so he can get some sleep for his shift tomorrow," Sabrina muttered. "Where did we go wrong? Don't they want to hook up? Or at least make a mistake?"

Chloé patted her on the back. "We raised him to be responsible, and her parents are her parents. And oh yeah, they're honest-to-God friends, not fuck buddies. This was never going to work. Good try, though."

"I know! Does he even like girls?" Sabrina blurted. "I mean, it's okay if he doesn't, but I've seen his search history and I'm pretty sure he does! Seriously! She's right there! And she's not unattractive! Her dad's a supermodel!"

"She got a lot from her mom," Chloé pointed out.

"So? Her mom is hot, too! Hell, you fucked her mom!"

Chloé froze. She then took a sip from her own teacup. "Thank you for reminding me. And now everything is going to be weird for a while."

Notes:

NEXT TIME!

Will Gina and Andre take advantage?

Eh. Probably not.

Be here for an all-new hero (kind-of) and all of the HOT! TALKING! ACTION! Tomorrow! Same Bug Time...

ANDRE: I need an adult!

SABRINA: I am an adult!

...Same Bug Channel!