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“What?” Meg and Cyn squawked.
“Please do not watch porn while I’m cooking breakfast,” I gasped. This was the craziness I had heard about. One minute, you’re standing there talking about French toast candles, and then you’re watching classy porn over morning coffee. “Just, ah, let me grab a plate, and I’ll leave you to it.”
All of the stories I had heard about Meg and Cyn were absolutely true.
They stared at me like I was crazy.
Cyn tipped her head to the side. “Does she really think I was just gonna press play on some porn while we drank coffee and ate French toast?”
Meg grabbed a piece of French toast and shoved half of it in her mouth. “Sure looks that way.”
Cyn held her fist out to Meg. They bumped fists, and both smiled wide. “Our reputation proceeds us,” Cyn laughed.
“We got you, girl.”
Wait. They weren’t about to watch porn in the middle of the kitchen? “So, you’re not looking up porn right now.”
Cyn flipped her phone toward me. “I am, but it’s not like I’m going to hit play or anything. I do have a little bit of couth.”
“Couth?” Meg laughed. “What the hell is that? Sounds like a disease.”
Cyn pursed her lips. “I think it’s couth. Means I have some class.”
Meg nodded to her phone. “Get me the name of those classy porns, and then you better look up the definition of couth. If it even is a word because I feel you made it up.”
King and Rigid walked into the kitchen, fully dressed for the day.
“What are you two up to?” Rigid asked.
Cyn and Meg exchanged a look.
“Just talking about candles,” Meg purred. “Cyn was looking up the name of a candle she really liked.”
“Just take some of Meg’s. She’s got a whole fucking closet full at home,” King grunted.
“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?” Meg snapped. “We’re going home tonight so you can sleep in your own bed.”
King grabbed her mug of coffee. “We’re staying here.”
Meg pursed her lips but didn’t protest. “Well, then I’m ordering a memory foam thing-a-ma-bob to go over the mattress in our room here. Ya just lay it right on top and it’s like a new mattress. The support sucks on it right now. It feels like I’m lying on a piece of plywood.”
King shrugged. “Whatever you want.” He walked out of the kitchen with Meg’s coffee and a slight smile on his lips.
“What the hell?” Meg yelled. “That’s the second cup of coffee I’ve poured, and I haven’t drank a drop!”
Rigid reached up into the cabinet and handed Meg a cup. “Try again. See what happens.”
Meg shoved the cup at Rigid and grabbed another one from the cabinet. “Not until you fill your own. Once you get yours, I can get mine,” she insisted.
Rigid shrugged and filled his mug to the brim, taking the last drop of brewed coffee.
Meg growled and grabbed the bag of coffee grounds.
“Hey, I gave you the chance to get the last cup.” He raised the cup to his lips and sighed. “Good ‘til the last drop.”
Meg pushed him out of the way and started the next pot brewing.
When the pot was ready, she grabbed a straw from the drawer and smiled at Rigid. “Watch this.” She stuck her straw into the full coffee pot and walked out of the kitchen with a little hitch in her step.
