Page 146 of Dance of Defiance
“Is it just me, or have these pre-trial parties become a bit of abore?”
The Wolf plops down on the couch next to me, kicking his long legs out and draping an arm across the back.
“I mean, what is thepointwith all these girls, if none of us is going to…you know…”
“No one’s stopping you,” The Stag shrugs.
“I’m not talking aboutme, fucker,” The Wolf growls. “Ihappen to be extremely happy with my situation, thank you very much.”
The Stag shakes his head. “I seriously can’t believe you ended up with a Russian girl.”
The Wolf snickers. “Jealous?”
“More just impressed that you still have a head or a dick attached to your body.” The Stag smirks. “Unless Milenadoeshave your balls in a jar somewhere?”
“Keep talking shit about my fiancée,” The Wolf mutters, “and we’ll see whose balls aren’t attached to their body.”
The Stag and I both chuckle, and the former reaches over and pats The Wolf on the knee. “Relax, psycho.”
The Wolf sighs and leans back into the couch, bringing his glass of whiskey under the edge of his mask to sip. “So, what are you emo fucks sulking about here in the corner?”
“I was asking The Stag about his mystery girl—or guy.”
The Wolf perks up. “Hold up. Mysteryguy?”
“There’s no mystery guy,” The Stag grunts.
“Yeah, but…” The Wolf leans forward, his ears pricking with interest. “Could therebe?”
“There is noguy,” The Stag repeats.
Wolf turns to me. “Well, there you go. There’s no guy. I mean, he’s not gay…” He turns back to The Stag. “Wait, are you?”
“No.”
“Bi?”
The Stag shrugs. “We’re all bi.”
The Wolf chuckles. “Harddisagree, pun totally intended. It’s actually quite disturbing how much I love pussy. Well, one in particular. I mean, it's seriously fucked up how much I love it.”
The Stag nods. “Yeah, because it’sMilena’spussy.”
“Yeah, you could go ahead and not talk about my fiancée’s sexual organs ever again, fucker,” The Wolf snarls.
“Hey, you brought it up,” I grunt.
“You also underscored my point, though,” The Stag adds. “You’re obsessed with her sexual organs, because they’rehersexual organs.”
The Wolf exhales heavily. “Are you trying to say that if Milena had a dick, I’d be as obsessed with that? I doubt it.”
“I doubt it too,” The Stag sighs. “That’s not what I’m saying, anyway.”
“Well, what the fuckareyou saying?” The Wolf grumbles. He turns to me, jabbing a finger at The Stag. “The fuck is he always talking in riddles for?”
“I’m saying sexuality, for everyone,” The Stag growls, “is fluid to some degree.”
“This is the weirdest coming-out speech I’ve ever heard,” The Wolf sighs.
