His phone buzzed and he looked at his twin’s response. Making a face, he tapped out Yes, her. I guess. Do you want me to take a picture like a creeper? He wouldn’t, of course. The girl was obviously impaired and there were consent issues there. Especially when he just met her this evening.
If it were Rory, it might be a different story. But of course, if it was Rory... well, Thorne wasn’t going to dwell on that. Because things were awkward and awful and he still couldn’t forget what she tasted like even though he desperately wanted to. Why couldn’t things go back to the way things were well before the goddamn fucking masquerade. Fucking stab happy people.