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“The fuck are you on about?” Jack grumbled from her left. “Fuck, wine hangovers are the worst.”

Zann’s mood brightened immediately. She might not get a picture of Kit face-deep in Shannon’s tits and dry-humping her leg, but extra witnesses never hurt. She let go of Lydia’s waist to slap at him. “Look.”

“Yes, yes, you’re adorable with your girlfriend snuggled up in your arms,” Jack muttered. “Just make out quietly and let the rest of us sleep, hey?”

Zann rolled her eyes and slapped him again. “Not us, you fuckhead. Kit.”

“Whassabout her?” He groaned as he pushed to a forearm to peer past them, and his hangover seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by an absolutely devilish smirk when he saw what she meant. His smirk turned into a grimace as he gingerly climbed to his feet, and he touched a finger to his lips as he whispered, “I’m gonna get my phone.”

“Fuck yeah, Jackie,” Zann cheered quietly as he tiptoed through the gap in the couches toward the kitchen. She swallowed the laugh that bubbled in her throat when Lydia buried her face in the crook of her neck to muffle hers, and rubbed Lydia’s back as she kissed her forehead. “I love that you find this as funny as we do.”

Lydia nodded and settled heavily against her side. “You know that she will absolutely find a way to get us back for this, though, right?”

“Yeah, probably.” Zann closed her eyes and rubbed Lydia’s back. “Totally worth it.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Jesus,” Aspen hissed.

Zann craned her head back to see what had happened. Then rolled her eyes at herself, because she should’ve known the answer to that question was Jack. From the way Aspen’s hand was pressed to her forehead, she guessed he’d probably smacked her to get her to wake up.

Much like Jack, Aspen’s annoyance at being woken up disappeared when she saw Kit’s predicament. Zann sniggered as Aspen slapped at his leg and said, “Shit, get a picture of that.”

“I am!” he hissed.

“What’s happening?” Eve mumbled groggily as she snuggled into Aspen’s side.

Ignoring Eve’s question, Zann whispered to Jack, “Zoom in on the drool!”

He scowled at her as he again hissed, “I am!”

“You guys are totally going to wake them up,” Lydia murmured. She laughed when she was roundly shushed by the group, and kissed Zann’s cheek before patting her stomach and sitting up. “I’m gonna go pee.”

Zann groaned as her bladder made itself known at the reminder. “Can you pee for me, too? I don’t wanna get up.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Lydia promised as she carefully climbed to her feet. A hushed whine escaped her as she straightened, and Zann rubbed her ankle comfortingly as she took a moment to stretch before flashing her a small smile and tiptoeing out of the room.

“You are such a smitten kitten,” Aspen chuckled.

Zann sat up and flipped her off, fighting off a grimace as her back loudly protested the movement. “I am too fucking old to sleep on the floor.”

“Yeah, well, I’m too old to sleep on a couch,” Aspen grumbled.

“Oh, boo-fucking-hoo.” Zann rocked her head from side to side to stretch her neck. “Should’ve snuck off and slept in the bedroom.”

“Yeah, well, to do that, she would’ve had to stay up past ten thirty,” Jack teased. He cackled when Aspen flipped him off, and then grimaced when Kit stirred with a groan.

They all watched in absolute delight at the way Kit hummed and cupped Shannon’s breasts as she turned her head to bury her face between them.

“Jack—” Aspen whispered.

The sound of a hand smacking a leg and a quiet oof! preceded his hushed, “I am!”

Zann slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. God, she hoped he’d switched from pictures to video. Kit was never going to live this down.

Lydia was just finishing getting ready so they could go out to brunch with everybody at a little place in Ventura that Jack had seen on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, when the sound of Zann’s confused, “Aspen?” carried in from the other room. She frowned at her reflection as she tried to figure out what was going on. Aspen and Eve should be leaving with Alder to meet their family in Santa Barbara for the day, so why—

“Shit,” Zann swore. “You’re fucking kidding me.”