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Ozni glanced at his assignment, Porter's head appeared over the card in his hand and he smiled up at Ozni once he read over the card. "I can see that. Right, Cy?"
"What?" Cyrus asked.
"Prince Oz." Porter curtseyed as if Ozni was actually a prince.
Jaygen ruffled Porter's hair. "Let's go get our outfits ready for the night."
Ozni hadn't noticed how he'd still been holding Porter's hand but now that they needed to go separate ways he was reluctant to let the man go. But they all had a job to do.
Every time Oznithought he'd get a second to go seek out Porter or Cyrus, he was hit with another client. Even with Arden being on the floor, there were an endless amount of people coming through the doors.
Still, he kept his senses alert just in case any of the Manetti family showed up. The last thing Ozni wanted to happen was for the mafia to come collect their runaway prince.
As the last client left Oz's booth, he got up and went right over to Jaygen. The man wore loose gold parachute pants and thick gold bangles on each arm. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders back.
"How did you do, Oz?" Jaygen asked.
Ozni showed him his tablet and the tiger shifter nodded. "Very good. We did about the same."
Cyrus and Porter both came over to them and they looked equally exhausted. The incubus wore pastel pink bottoms and a see-thru handkerchief over his mouth. His gold bangles matched his gold nipple piercings. Ozni's eyes couldn't help but travel there. Porter on the other hand wore red glittery bottoms with a red bralette to go with them. The pants hung low on his waist drawing the eye to his hip bones.
Foi was the last to join them and his hair was still gelled back. Porter had helped him get ready. The man wore black slacks with a perfectly ironed white button-up and suspenders. He'd left a few buttons open at the top. He sauntered over to them with a swagger to his steps. He played with a knife, still embodying his role.
"Mutt, you better stop playing with sharp objects before you put your eye out," Jaygen said.
Foi growled. "I'll have you know I am skilled with this thing. Porter taught me a few tricks."
Showing off he flipped the knife into the air and caught it before he flipped it along the back of his knuckles. "Tada."
Porter clapped along with Cyrus. Ozni soon joined in. He had to admit it was impressive.
"How did you do tonight?" Jaygen asked. Foi grumbled under his breath but passed over his tablet. The corner of Jaygen's mouth turned up in a smirk. "Very good, mutt."
"Oh shit, please tell me y'all heard it too?" Foi asked.
Jaygen headed toward the door that led to their floor. He kept his hand on Porter's lower back. They never left the human alone anymore.
"What?" Cyrus asked. He looped his arm around Ozni's and his smile beamed up at him.
"Jaygen just complimented me," Foi said.
Cyrus chuckled. "You missed it, he said you clean up well when you first came down."
"No fucking way." Foi rushed over to Jaygen and instantly went to bother the tiger shifter.
Cyrus squeezed Ozni's hand and he returned the gesture as they made their way upstairs. They'd get cleaned up and go to bed. All of them walked up the stairs together. But as they stopped short of Porter's room, everything came to a screeching halt.
"Is there a problem?" Jaygen asked.
"I'm fine. I just want to lay in bed for a bit," Porter said. There was a moment of hesitation. "Alone."
They'd all been sleeping either in Cyrus's room or Jaygen’s and Ozni had thought the human would continue, but he obviously needed the time alone. The night had been long and there had been an endless number of customers. But...Oz still wanted to sit with him as he slept.
Jaygen stared at Porter for a long while before he pulled him close and kissed him. "Okay, you know where each of our rooms are if you need anything."
Porter nodded and his shoulders relaxed a bit. Foi moved over to him and kissed his cheek. The wolf looked seconds from getting on his knees and begging Porter to allow him to sleep with him.
Ozni moved closer to Porter as if being pulled by a magnet. He couldn't help himself; he cupped Porter's face, tilting the man's head back slightly so that he could stare into the endless pools of molten chocolate brown eyes. It never failed; just looking at Porter brought a smile to Ozni's face. "Get some rest."
