"Robert?"
"Hm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"You didn't really give me the opportunity to let you…"
"What?"
"Well, you said, 'Can I ask you a question?' which in turn is a question, therefore, you did ask a question already."
Johnny remained quiet. "Damn you, Jurgen… Right, then, if you're gunna be like that, can I ask you two questions?"
"Go ahead with your final question…"
"Do you think that Enrique and Oliver will ever get out of that damned maze?"
"Good question… but why're you so anxious for them to appear?"
"Robert."
"What?"
"Don't tell me you can't wait to taunt them."
"Why would I want to taunt them?"
"That's what you do with your best friend's girlfriend/boyfriend. You taunt them. It's the law."
"And where would this 'law' be written?"
"Nowhere. It is a spoken law."
"Uh huh, and why haven't we, as you say, 'taunted' Enrique about his past million girlfriends?"
Johnny shrugged. "I dunno; I didn't have the time. Too busy kicking his arse in battling at the time, most probably."
"Or too busy having your behind kicked in chess to realise."
"Hey!"
"What? Would you like to live a lie, Jonathon?"
"Stop calling me that! It's 'Johnny', not 'Jonathon'."
"I can call you what I want."
"Well, I can call you 'a total prick' but I don't go around saying it."
"Don't have to be so uncouth about it, Johnny."
"Thank you."
"You're unwelcome."
Later that night
"Ok, I bet fifty Euros that they will come back inside looking somehow dishevelled in some sort of way."
"Define what you mean."
"Like that."
Johnny pointed over at the door, where Enrique and Oliver came staggering in, totally and utterly-
"Why are you soaking wet?" Rober inquired.
"Someone-" Oliver shot the Italian a glare, "decided to push me into the river."
"So how'd he get wet?" Johnny asked, watching Oliver wring out his beret.
"I pulled him in too."
"Nice…"
"No, it isn't 'nice', Johnny. I feel totally and utterly-"
"Saturated?"
"Yes, thank you."
"You're welcome." Oliver grinned, his green bangs sticking to his nose. He wiped them out of the way. "Now if you don't mind, I want to wash and change. I feel-"
"Saturated? Ow! No need to hit me in the head, Oli…" Enrique sighed. "I think I'm gunna do the same…"
"Not in the same shower, I hope!" Johnny called after the Italian as he watched Enrique disappear out the room. He turned to Robert. "Hand it over, Robert."
"Hand over what?"
"The fifty Euros."
"Damn, I suppose you're right."
"Wanna make another?"
"Why not?"
"I bet that Enrique and Oliver will share the same bed tonight."
"Ok, fine. How much?"
Johnny pondered it. "AthousandEuros."
"Deal."
A/N- Now that's just mean, but oh well. What will Johnny do to make them share the same bed? (wink, wink)
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