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Riley is just standing there silently, taking in our surroundings I watch as his eyes travel over the plated food in my kitchen, toon the chair that I knocked over in hs

“Did we interrupt so?” he asks

I scrub olf completely slipped my mind”

Brody’s eyes follow the path Riley’s had just taken He leans closer to me, sniffs the air, and smirks “Is that why you smell like pussy?”

I start choking on my own damn saliva “No, I don’t”

Brody barks out a laugh “Right, buddy Do you think I don’t knohat pussy smells like? It’s my favorite perfume in the whole orld”

Riley’s laughter dies as he catches sight of Charlee’s hot pink purse dangling fro attention whenin Vegas It’s pretty obvious Riley knows exactly who its owner is

Brody walks into the kitchen and helps hiroans when he tastes how fucking delicious it is “This tastes almost exactly like my mom’s frittatas Damn, whoever this chick is, she knows her way around a kitchen”

“How do you know I didn’t make it?”

Brody scoffs “Right”

Riley shakes his head in disbelief, probably realizing that Brody will figure shit out if he stays here er “C’o without his considered”

“Nope Not at all”

Brody shovels another bite into his ood”

Riley pulls hi to be late”

“Yeah, yeah,” Brodyyou for details later”