Interlude
Rating: R
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"Say what now?"
"Jean didn't bash Ashton's head in. Amazing, isn't it?"
"You're lying, aren't you."
Luce snorted. "Would I ever do that to you? Come on, you owe me ten bucks."
"I still think you have an unfair advantage," Aiden said, digging through his pockets. "You talk to that red-haired sociopath on a daily basis –"
"Do not," Luce said indignantly. "It was pure luck."
"Who the hell could have guessed that Jean wouldn't have decked him one."
"He's not Ed. Speaking of which, I don't think he's found out yet."
"Unless we want a nuclear meltdown on our hands, let's keep it that way, yes?"
"Spoilsport." Luce paused. "Did you hear the news?"
"What news? Ashton actually got some from Jean?"
"No, you pervert. Ed's staying Christmas with Jean."
"Huh?"
"Apparently, Ed threw a massive fit, threw Jean up against a wall and fucked him senseless. After Jean slept it off, he decided more or less spontaneously to drag Ed home with him to prevent that from ever happening again."
"Smart man."