This story is just some little one-shot style drabbles I'm doing for fun at the expense of The Majestics. There's no beginning, no end, and honestly no story. If you have any day to day scenarios that you would like to see everyone's favorite group of rich assholes react to, feel free to let me know ^^

"I just don't understand it…" Oliver shook his head, leaning back into the desk chair with a sigh. "This is the fifth time that someone has done this."

Enrique hung over his shoulder, taking the computer mouse and hovering about the screen, double checking everything that they had filled out.

"It might be a normal online dating thing." He shrugged.

They stared at the internet profile which sat in front of them intently, certain that something must not be right.

Johnny and Robert, who had been doing their best to ignore them and focus instead on their twenty-seventh game of chess, finally appeared to have curiosity about the two younger boys conversation.

"What are you idiots going on about?" Johnny asked with a grunt.

"We signed up for a dating website but something is wrong with Ollie's account."

"Why on earth would you do that?"

"It beats hanging out with you two losers." Enrique said as he shoved Oliver out of the chair, damn near sitting on him in the process. "Can I just switch accounts with you? I like your matches better."

"All of my matches are couples."

Now heavily invested in what they were up to, Johnny paused the game against his teammates wishes, getting to his feet and walking over to the computer.

"What do you mean, couples?" He asked.

"Oliver keeps getting propositioned for a threesome."

Robert chocked on his cup of tea, spilling on his lapel and shooting a glance in their direction.

"I beg your pardon!?"

"For real, come and see for yourself. I've only gotten three messages so far and he's gotten seven, five of them asking to join a husband and wife and in one case a husband and husband." He raised an eyebrow toward Oliver, "You can keep that one. Let me know if you get any from two women."

"You god damn nitwit!" Johnny now yelled, smacking his youngest teammate on the back of the head. "Why is your username MajesticUnicorn69!? It's no wonder people are trying to get into your trousers!"

"Well I was born on the ninth of June, so that's where I got the number, I feel Majestic Unicorn speaks for itself."

"Sixty-nine is a sex act you fucking bloody wanker!"

Oliver blushed, clearly caught by surprise.

"Are you sure?"

Enrique had fallen from the chair, now laughing in a fetal position as tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why didn't you just tell him!?" Johnny yelled.

"Oh my god, I didn't look at his screen name!" He gasped for breath as he spoke, clearly getting enjoyment out of the current scene that played out in front of him. "Oliver, a unicorn is someone who's interested in being the third to a couple!"

"A third what?"

"In the god damn bedroom, you eejit!"

Robert touched his palm to his forehead, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"You're all idiots." He groaned. "All three of you."

"Can I check my compatibility?" Oliver asked, fighting his way back into the chair. "It's this button, over here."

"It says you have one suitor that you match with ninety-seven percent accuracy, all of the other appear to be somewhere within fifty or sixty percent."

Clicking the icon, a new screen popped up, asking if he wanted to view his potential matches. Clicking it, several profiles popped up, causing Oliver to get back up to his feet and kick the computer chair to the ground.

"God dammit!" He yelled, unusual as he normally didn't cuss.

Deciding to allow his curiosity to get the better of him one final time before he completely ignored whatever childish antics his teammates were up to, Robert turned his head one last time, letting the screen come into view of Oliver's dating profile.

Enrique Tornatore

Match accuracy: 97%

"I don't know why I hang out with you." He mumbled. "You're all complete and utter idiots..."