"It'll do. Post it," said Gluglu.
Bibou sat up in her bed, hugging the sheet to her naked body. "Hey. Are you two done yet?" she asked.
"Patience," said Yoyo. He clicked, then clicked again.
Bibou took a drag off of her cigarette. "I swear, by the time you're both ready, I'm going to need to get waxed again."
"You can't rush quality," said Gluglu.
"Quality? Ha!" Bibou retorted. "Your stories are all emotion. Boring! I give people what they want. I give them a woman taking two dicks at once. I give them Marie Antoinette run over by a limousine."
"You give them misspellings," muttered Gluglu.
"My writing is like fine wine. You must dig beneath the surface."
"You think fine wine comes in a box."
Bibou ignored him and flicked the ash on her cigarette into the ashtray on her nightstand. "I'm going to die of old age before you give me any action," she said.
"Done," announced Yoyo. "The last chapter of Owlette and the Boys is posted."
"I will never understand why you are so enamored of this cartoon series," said Bibou. "Nor how you can write an entire story about a girl with two boyfriends and not include even one sex scene."
"You read the draft. You know there's one in the last chapter."
Bibou rolled her eyes as she stubbed out her cigarette. "You've been writing for too long. Come here, boys. I'll help you remember how to fuck."
The End
Endnotes
Yoyo, Gluglu, and Bibou are the French counterparts of Catboy, Gekko, and Owlette, respectively. I considered trying to write the epilogue in French, but my French isn't good enough. C'est la vie.
I'd like to thank my older daughter for introducing me to PJ Masks and making me watch more than I ever wanted to. But I also kinda hope she (and all my kids) never find out this exists.