Off to Kiera's house

The trio arrived at Kiera’s home after a short walk, continuing their chat from the bookstore along the way. Oliver hadn’t had such a wholesome day in forever, enjoying his friends’ wild hypotheticals and bad faith arguments about fantasy series. Oliver joined in happily, long suppressed nerdiness bubbling up from where it had been hidden for years. Nyx produced a bottle of wine, obviously no stranger to Kiera’s apartment, and they sat on stools in the kitchen debating the practicalities of werewolf transformations. The first bottle of wine disappeared with no argument convincing the others, and Nyx popped another one open as they began throwing together the promised spicy peanut noodles.

Debates rose and fell, no one capturing the trio’s interest for long. After a while dinner was served, and they remained in the kitchen happily slurping up the delicious meal, both Kiera and Oliver thanking Nyx profusely. A third bottle of wine appeared, and was drained in short order, joining its empty brethren in a neat row. Oliver was definitely feeling tipsy, knowing his companions had too as well. Nyx drained their cup, placing it purposefully, as if they were about to speak. A silence settled over the kitchen.

“Kiki’s a shy sort Oliver… which is why when she told me she took a boy home from the Madhouse I almost didn’t believe her.” Kiera flushed a deep red, starting to speak but catching herself. Nyx continued, one strap of their overalls slipped down, emphasizing their bare shoulders, “I was even more surprised when she told me about the night she had with you.” Nyx ran a hand back through their hair, “now me? Not super shy, don’t believe in awkward.” Kiera evidently did, hiding her beautiful face in her hands as if that would block out her friend’s words. Oliver made eye contact with Nyx, dark brown pools- as close to black as Oliver had ever seen, stared back at him with a gleam of intensity.

“I like you Oliver, you seem like a good egg. I think we should stay friends after Kiki leaves for Ireland.” Kiera raised her head, looking at Nyx confused, as if she hadn’t expected the sentence to end as it had. Then the hammer dropped as they finished “so I think we should all go back to Kiki’s bedroom and see what had her on cloud nine last week.” Oliver nearly spat the mouthful of wine back into his cup, Kiera’s face so red he could practically see steam coming off it. “NYX! You- How could- He- I- you- you-“Oliver didn’t say a word, cocking an eyebrow at Nyx. The little pixie responded “Don’t’ you lie to me Kiki, you’re the one who told me that you wanted Oliver to keep it wild and free. What do you call a threesome between friends if not that huh?”

As if to emphasize their point, Nyx came around to the side of the counter Kiera and Oliver were sitting on. Placing a hand gently on Kiera’s chin, Nyx raised her friend’s head up and kissed her lovingly. “You know I love you Kiki, c’mon, let’s make sure you leave for Dublin missing the hell out of us.” Kiera nodded hesitantly, stuttering her agreement through the motion. Nyx turned to Oliver. Without a second thought Oliver nodded as well, leaning down to kiss Nyx.