House Party

[Gideon]

“I own you,” he parroted with deep gravelly timber, then laughed to himself. The guy should have added a twirly 'tache to that neon mask. Meanwhile, red-face-mask was bossy, but Gideon sloshed some water from the faucet as directed. The lack of appreciation for his appreciation irritated him. But he wasn’t so drunk that he didn’t recognise Saelia’s little brother when he ripped the mask from his face (that would have been the tap-tap-tapping on his brain, then). If the dynamic between the varied Marveet siblings was fractious at best, most of the time Saelia didn’t mind Jaxen, and neither did Gideon.

“Nom de dieu. What shit you up to now, eh?”

Gideon held the glass out for red-mask, squinted for his nametag – The Wicked Truth – and let him do the babying. Right now Jaxen looked like he was on some kind of bad trip.