Closely following Lita’s own remark, Demi chimes in with her own two cents on that matter. “Don’t tell me you haven’t had at least one threesome fantasy,” said more to get a rise out of Isaac than anything else, plus, he was in the other room so what could he do to her? “And let the Stepfords talk, because I’m pretty sure Olinger doesn’t give a damn who you’re bedding or not bedding.” And with that final remark, she turned her attention to Lita, her own grin nearly matching her friend’s.
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t your fault,” Demi waves off the apology, adding. “Well, I mean it is because you interrupted us. But, I’m pretty sure this is just karma or payback for being a shitty friend.” Her grin turns a little wicked as she aids. “And the view is kind of spectacular, isn’t it?”
Demi could admit she was happy, really fucking happy, actually. If it hadn’t been for Teagan or Lita even coaxing her to give this all a shot, she probably never would have. Demi would have stayed squarely in the realm of keeping Isaac at arms length -- for his own safety of course.
And then the speech she was expecting came, and Demi knew damn well she deserved it. You can’t just ignore text messages and phone calls and expect to get away with it. “You only like me? Damn. Here I thought you loved me,” there’s a beat as she glances towards the bedroom, making sure Isaac was still occupied before she adds. “And I know, I’m the world’s shittiest friend, I’m sorry. You really shouldn’t have had to come all the way to the Capitol to make sure I was still alive, and I’m going to bet I can’t use the argument that Isaac is really distracting, can I?”