Escape Velocity Achieved

“Fucking hell,” Gemma sighed once you were out of the apartment and walking down the hall. Sabrina and Becks weren’t at the elevators, so you assumed they had headed down already. “I hate her so much.”

“It’s fine, it’s over,” you assured her. “And remind me never to make you mad.”

“You couldn’t,” she said with a smile, squeezing your hand.

“That’s the honeymoon phase talking,” you laughed. “Seriously, eventually we’ll get into a fight of some sort.”

“I know,” Gemma sighed. “But I also think we can fight without being pissed or pissy at each other. We can be stubborn, and maybe even a little mean if we let things get too far, but we’ll never be stupid. Mean and stupid is what leads to really bad things.”

“Maybe we should come up with a ‘No Lawyering in the House’ rule,” you chuckled. “You know with three of us, arguments mind end up needing research time, discovery and an impartial judge.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Gemma laughed. “God, John. You know how to defuse me. I’m barely even feeling pissed at her anymore.”

You bundled her up in your arms, hugging her tight as you both waited for the elevator. “Gemma, I love your fire and I never want you to lose it.”

She hugged you back hard and sighed. “I take back what I said earlier,” she said. “I’m going to wilfully forget everything before you and me and Sabrina.”

“While I appreciate that, I still want to meet your parents and your cousin Birdie, so maybe not everything,” you said.

“You know what I mean, love,” she said with a roll of her eyes and a grin.

“I do,” you said.

Downstairs, Becks and Sabrina were waiting at the curb and had already ordered an Uber which was on its way. “Even if Joy ruined the party for us, we’re not wasting how hot we all look,” Sabrina said after giving you a hug and a kiss. “We’re going drinking.”

“I know a pub that should be good,” Becks said. “Casual but classy.”

“Sounds perfect,” Gemma said.

“Did you give her hell?” Sabrina asked.

“Enough,” you said. “Though not far enough that she could legitimately do anything.”

“Good,” Sabrina nodded and grabbed Gemma’s hand. “I was a little worried that you were going to actually punch her teeth in, darling.”

Gemma cracked a smile, then realized what Sabrina had called her and scowled. “We agreed that was only for the videos.”

“Hey, if you girls can tease me by calling me Daddy whenever you feel like it, I think ‘darling’ is totally fair game,” you said.

“Yes, Daddy,” all three of them said, and then broke into a fit of laughter.

“God damn it,” you sighed.

Inside the Uber, you sat in the front and the girls piled into the back. You were only half listening to the conversation they were having, but partway through the drive your phone buzzed and you fished it out.

“Um, Mosche says that the party got weird after we left,” you said to the girls. “Tasha went to talk to Greg, who wanted to complain to her about us. She told him what we told her, but Joy had already gotten to him first so he didn’t believe everything. Now the party is split between people who are listening to Joy and people who are avoiding her.”

“Well, shit,” Gemma said. “What about Lucy?”

“I’ll ask,” you said and shot off the text. It took a couple of minutes to get anything back, and the car was pulling up to the curb outside the pub when you did get the text. You hopped out with the girls before checking. “Alright, Mosche says Lucy is in the anti-Joy half of the party.”

“There’s no way she missed our run-in,” Gemma said. “Do you think she’s playing it under the radar?”

“I have no idea,” you sighed.

“Well, no offence to you guys, but she doesn’t actually know who I am so I’m feeling a little better about things,” Becks said.

“Oh, no, that’s totally fair babe,” Sabrina assured her.

The four of you headed into the pub and managed to get a standing table, and you went and got the first round. Over the next few hours, each of you bought a round and just talked. Becks had grown up in the city before going away for University, then come back to be close to her ageing parents. She told you about some of her past relationships, and teased you that the biggest dick she’d ever had was a literal foot long - she also admitted that it hadn’t been pleasurable at all and the guy had no idea what he was doing with it. Gemma told some stories about home, and you and Sabrina talked about your own university times. Then Becks wanted to know the story about Lucy, and you told all three of them the unredacted version of the unfortunate and, at times, embarrassingly cringe events.

No one bothered the four of you while you talked and drank. It wasn’t the kind of place where people went to try and pick up or hook up, which was nicer than some of the other bars you’d been to with Gemma and Sabrina. It made you feel more comfortable to tell longer stories, and the four of you were warmly lubricated, your stomachs hurt from laughing, and after an order of nachos for the table you all were happily full by the time you decided to call it a night.

You Ubered back to Sabrina’s, and partway through you got another text. When you opened it you had to quickly turn the phone to make sure the driver didn’t see the upskirt photo Sabrina had sent you from inside the car. You glanced back over your shoulder at her and she just grinned happily at you, her cheeks rosy from the **** and night out. ‘Love you,’ she mouthed.

You winked at her and shook your head, and she laughed.

Back at her place, the four of you piled into the elevator and you remember the first time you’d come in and been invited to an orgy, and told the girls. They thought that was hilarious and asked if you should all go looking for one, but then Gemma said why go looking when they had the making of one right there?

Inside the apartment, you all kicked off your shoes and you stretched in the entry vestibule as the girls headed into the kitchen. When you followed them, Sabrina was filling glasses with water and you were surprised to see Gemma had backed Becks up to the fridge and was making out with her.

“Holy shit,” you said, blinking in shock.

“Hydrate, baby,” Sabrina said, handing you a full glass. “You’ll need it.”

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