Find Eric some action

Jake finished testing the controller while Janie did a whole dance routine beside him. The device was in better-than-new condition thanks to Jake's powers, but Jake hadn't understood it or learned any new skills.

Jake broke the silence with, "Does that mean the whole thing about 'small penis energy' is real then, since Eric has always been a little touchy about how he's seen and shit?"

Janie let out a long sigh. "I didn't think it was so right like that. Seems stupid. He really fits the profile, so I guess maybe yes."

"He's not that bad," Jake countered, "There are just some times--why are you looking at me like that?"

Janie just put her face in her hand and shook her head.

"I don't care about your sibling rivalry bullshit, I--"

"Jake, he's awful, fuck off."

"I bet you'll see a different side of him if we find him some action! Then you can stop treating me like a dumb kid. If it doesn't work, we'll just forget it. I don't want to stick around the house with this going on anyway."

"OK, you're on."

Janie, Eric, and Jake sat down at the coffee shop. Jake had conveniently won them free drinks by guessing the barista's favorite sex position. (Jake had no idea what a "squat thrust" was, but the free drinks were cool.) Janie's cheerleading either made the situation weirder or smoother, it was hard to tell since everyone reacted like the bets were normal. However, Janie slapped Jake on the side of the head in a not very playful way after Eric went to grab the cups. Jake acted hurt and confused. Janie pointed to the barista, then threw up her hands in a "what the hell" gesture.

"Chill Janie, she was into it. In fact, I bet your bra vs. my socks that the barista comes on to me on her own before we go."

"I don't want your socks, but I accept just so I can see you lose."

Eric sat down with the drinks. "What's he losing now?"

"His socks," said Janie, "Because he thinks the barista is into him."

"Jake, that's the dumb bitch from math who always wears the hoodie. You don't recognize her?"

"Nah, you mean Crim? She's fat and ugly, this one's hot. Plus, the barista's name tag says Carmine."

Now Eric sighed. "Five bucks says it's her. She has makeup on and her school clothes are mismatched on purpose. Are you too gay to notice girls aren't always dressed to impress you, man?"

Jake scowled. "Bet accepted but you know I'm on a hot streak. She'd dress better if she could. You're a dumbass."

"Jake, Jake, dick for brains! Jake, Jake, his bets pull chains!" Janie stood up and put one foot on the table. It seemed like she was flashing her bright orange panties on purpose. She had a short white skirt which flared out a bit and was heavier on the bottom, she snapped her hips to the side and made the skirt flap dramatically. "Who's our boy, too shallow to know eyeliner! And if you aren't wrong, we hope she's not a minor!"

"Your rhymes are shit! Stop that!" Eric sounded a little too bitter, but Jake did not disagree with him.

Janie did a little dance with her shoulders and hips, foot still on the table. Her top was a thin, tight, white crop top which was stretched over a push-up bra. Jake would have liked it better with a lower neck to show some cleavage. He consoled himself by looking closer at the panties.

Janie sounded stupid but her legs and her dance moves were second to none. The entire coffee shop had their attention on her now, but she acted oblivious and chugged her overpriced girly latte thing.

No, wait--Jake caught someone at a table behind Janie who wasn't looking at her at all.

Someone only had eyes for Eric.