Pancake Pranks

Characters in this scene: Silver, Glory, Karma, Jack.

Editor's Note: references to sex.

*"Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye*..." Silver wasn't a good singer, as such, but she could keep a poetical kind of rhythm, playing to a Faerie mage's verbal strengths. "*Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie...*"

Not a pie, this morning. A steady stack of nearly-perfect pancakes were piling up next to her. Silver laughed, and broke off her rhyme. "Anybody hungry?"

"Hell yeah," Glory pauses her game, hopping off the couch and making her way over to the table. She licks her lips as she her eyes gazes over their breakfast. "Please tell me you bought maple syrup as well?" She asks Silver, with a begging look in her eyes.

"Fucking starving!" Karma called from the driving couch. She had woken up a bit early to get some extra driving time in.

Jack makes his way over from writing in a small notebook.

Silver laughs again at the extensive agreement - it was a *big* pile of pancakes, Silver was well aware of Glory's appetite, and had extended that to literally everyone else. "Yes I got maple syrup," she tells her, tapping the counter; honey, maple syrup, whipped cream, and chopped strawberries and banana all turn up. "Hey Karma, what d'you want on your pancakes? *Don't* say something crude!"

"Strawberries and whipped cream!" Karma called. Then, quieter, "Fucking wolf thinks she knows me..."

Meanwhile, Glory is pouring heaping globs of maple syrup, honey, and all the other stuff onto her pancakes. "You seem to be a chipper mood this morning, considering..." She trailed off, and then shrugged. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you something."

"Fuck you too bitch," Silver calls over to Karma cheerily, setting up pancakes as requested. She puts them down, and they turn up right next to her. She glances over at Jack; "How 'bout you, want anything in particular?"

Silver then leans into Glory, just a little. There's some strain under the bond. Very, very distinct strain. But it's covered over by mischief. "Oh?"

"Yeah, why were you sleeping with my shirt this morning?" She asks, digging into her pancakes.

Jack looks at Silver with a distinct interest while he speaks, "Some honey and banana, thank you."

"It probably smells like you do, stupid bitch!"

Glory flipped her off.:middle\_finger:

Silver plates up Jack's pancakes, leaving herself... two, apparently. "What she said," Silver says, going red.

Glory's pancakes... squawked, as she dug into them. Like a chicken.

Glory paused as she heard her breakfast make a not-breakfasty sound. She frowns, as she tears the pancake open with her fork.

The pancake squawks again. After some poking, there is a tiny not-pancake thing in there - bit of dough that's a different colour. Upon poking, it squawks, and then a moment later the tiny thing explodes into bubbles in Glory's face.

Glory sputters, as she almost falls back in her seat from her exploding pancakes. She moves out of the way, and wipes her face clean. "What the hell?! This some kind of Faerie recipe?"

Silver chokes on giggles. "Normal pancakes," she says through laughter. "Some of 'em are trapped though! Harmless, should be entirely harmless!"

Glory's pile of pancakes is unharmed, aside from any mess Glory might have done them, and the bubbles floating around. The rest of that pancake seems fine.

Karma was tearing into her pancakes with her fork, making sure to spread the whipped cream around the cut-up chunks as she did.

Most of them don't seem to do anything, but one of them, upon being torn apart, spits liquid rainbow into her face.

"AH! Hey, what the *fuck*?!"

Glory eyed her pancakes carefully, but sighed, and sat back down and began digging in. "Payback for this morning as well, I'm guessing?"

Glory's pancakes have a distressing tendency to make *noises*. At least one of them honks. Another two burst into giggles. A fourth attempts to sing opera. Not well. Not even slightly well.

Silver's laughing too hard to answer Karma's question.

"Hey, *bitch!* I'm driving! You want me to run us off the road or some shit?" Despite the words, Karma's tone is light, and she's holding back chuckles.

Jack eats his pancakes like burritos with banana as the filling. He watches on with intrigue.

Jack's pancakes, for the most part, don't seem trapped... up until he pokes at one of them and the pancake releases confetti with the classic *tada* noise.

Another one mundanely *poofs* on poking, apparently full of chocolate.

At Karma's question, one of her pancakes lets out a burst of bright pink bubbles - quite transparent ones!

"Are you saying you can't drive under fire, Karma?" Silver calls back, still laughing. "For shame! Do better!"

Jack just keeps eating his pancakes picking off confetti with mild annoyance. "Is this normal for y'all?"

"This is the first prank war between us, though I do know Silver has had her conflict with the goblins before," Glory answers, shoving a piece of syrupy pancake in her mouth with a mischievous smile on her face. "Hmm, looks like I might be needing to bump-up my efforts now, do I?"

"Cunt! I can drive better under fire than you can drive without any distractions!" And she set out to prove that, gunning the engine and biting into her pancakes as she continued up the highway through Oklahoma.

He gives a slight chuckle at that.

"Oh, is that how it is?" Silver's grinning. She reaches out and taps the van wall; two blobby things fall into her hands, and she smacks it lightly into the back of Glory's head; it explodes, producing *sparkles*. Glory's head is now covered in sparkles.

Silver throws the other one underhand at the back of Karma's head; upon hitting something, it explodes into more rainbowy bubbles, which are faintly giggling.

Silver then ducks back from Glory, laughing.

"Oh, you wanna go there, do you?" Glory exclaims, getting up with a smile on her face. She quickly moves and head back into her room. "Well, just you wait!"

"Alright, bitch." Karma growled. "Jack! Come take the wheel! Can you keep this thing going straight for a few hundred miles?"

"Probably." He says while doing as she commanded.

As soon as she'd passed off the wheels, Karma stood and made her way towards the door to Silver's room. "I'm licking all your stuff!"

Silver's door... does not open. "Good luck with that!" Silver says, sing-song.

"GLORY! GLORY, UNLOCK SILVER'S FUCKING DOOR!"

Karma hears the door unlock.

Karma cackled and pushed the door open, slipping in quickly.

Silver makes a noise of *thorough* outrage. "Glory! How dare you!" Then she grins.

Karma steps over the entrance, and tips *straight* into ice-cold water.

"Alright, bitch!" Karma shouted as she surfaced. "I'm pissing in your pool! How the fuck do you like that?!"

"Oh no," Silver says, padding around to watch Karma through the doorway. "Oh no! How dare you piss in my pool. I wonder if I can clean that up? How hard must that be?" Silver's tone is full sarcasm and giggles.

The pool is only bath-sized, and not even slightly difficult to get out of. Luckily for Karma, Hierde is apparently *not* in SIlver's room today.

Karma made sure to give Silver the double bird as she did, indeed, piss in Silver's pool.  Then, she climbed out, dripping wet, and went over to Silver's shelf.

Meanwhile, Silver hears something suddenly on the ceiling above her. A small pipe suddenly appears jutting out from the ceiling, pointing down at her. A wave of excrement and other bodily fluids gush down onto Silver, as Glory connects her room directly to the van's sewage tank.

Silver tilts her head to keep her eyes from getting hit, but otherwise, doesn't even seem to react to the sudden sewage onslaught, snorting. "Try doing better'n *that*, love!" Silver calls. "You think the goblins didn't do worse than that daily? Not impressed!"

There is a *fuckton* of stuff on Silver's shelves. Which start smoothly moving along the wall away from Karma. The entire shelves. Meanwhile, the floor somehow seems to turn into soft pillows.

With a cry of alarm, Karma lunged for the shelf, trying to grab whatever she could get her hands on.

The pipe jutting out from the ceiling moves and points away from Silver, its blast of excrement now being aimed at the shelf of her stuff.

Jack whips the van hard left at speed before doing the opposite to correct. Whether he was dodging something on the road or joining in the fun in his own way was unclear.

Silver's door promptly closes. "If you actually ruin my stuff I'll be pissed," Silver remarks lightly.

The closest thing to grab is a box. If Karma opens it, the box is full of shadow... and the entire floor is really, really damn soft cushions now.

"Really, Glory? You think I won't lick something just because it's got a bit of sewage on it? I did worse than that just to make friends with some of those fuckers!" She opened the box and frowned.

"What the *Fuck*?"

"What the hell is that smell?" Jack calls back into the van.

"Part-Faerie, Karma," Silver remarks. Karma hears her just fine, closed door or no. "*Maybe* you shouldn't have gone for 'lick all my stuff' as your prank, huh?"

"Probably not, but I'm a mogul of my word." And with that, Karma leaned in and dragged her tongue over the shadow inside the box.

Suggesting that the shadow has a taste would be wrong, but suggesting that it doesn't have a taste would also be wrong. It's silken, and soft, and dark; it tastes like the feeling of being wrapped in fur, the wolf growling in a low rumble, but not *at you*.

Silver kind of, stumbles a little. She looks at the door to her room with wide eyes, still being splashed with sewage. "That was such a bad idea," she mutters. "Oh fuck. Yikes."

"Oh, hell, that's... That's fucking nice." Karma quickly closed the box and tossed it aside before she could be tempted to give it another lick. "Right! Next!" And she tried to lunge for the shelf again.

The van begins to slow if anybody even notices at this point.

Suddenly, Glory bursts out through the door, armed to the teeth with various different items and weapons, all of them very distinctly goblin-esque in appearance. "Alright! Let's do this!" She screams out, charging forward to Silver.

Silver's far too off-balance to actually attempt anything to stop Karma. The shelves had stopped moving - Silver's entire collection is available for grabbing. Several bottles labelled with metaphors, and unlabelled, seven art-like objects (bear sculpture, wolf plush, lake sculpture, dragon sculpture, gloves, notebook), and a little spool of clear thread.

She glances at Glory, surprised, but is far too slow to react to whatever the heck Glory's actually thinking of doing.

Glory throws two bombs at her feet: one of pure, unbridled stink, and the other a glue bomb that quickly dries and harden. They both go off near her.

The van stops completely and Jack walks into the room to an assault. His shirt is off and being used as a makeshift mask to help withstand the stench. "What the shit?" He says looking at the sewage covered Silver and weapon clad Glory.

Silver yelps, distracted from the reality of *Karma eating her Glamour* by being splattered with stink and glue. There's a flicker of metal, Silver yanking herself free with a moment of wolfery, and then she smacks the wall; another ball falls from the van's roof, and Glory is covered in Pink.

Meanwhile, Karma proceeds to lick everything she can get her hands off, making sure to get at least a little spit on everything on the shelf before tossing it aside.

Glory roars in pink, and begins throwing all around haphazardly. Silver is caught in another blast of goop, being covered in a strange, sticky green goo which quickly hardens around her into a rock-like material, immobilizing her. Meanwhile, Karma is caught in the blast radius of an itching powder bomb.

Karma... well. Most of it doesn't really taste like much. The little spool tastes like quiet. The bottles taste like glass.

The art though. The art that Karma had previously not been willing to touch.

...

Yeah, this was a horrible idea. All of them taste like *Silver*, her actual *Self* - or how her Self was. Or both. Karma doesn't have any way of knowing the difference. The feelings were desperately vivid and true.

The bear was a lick of desperate sibling affection. The sculpture tasted like a scrape of cruel and vicious violence. The dragon hatchling was warm and spicy, Summery affection and love. The gloves were a pained kind of love, pleading and wishing and never receiving, the desire for *escape*. The notebook? The notebook was just *Silver*, all the way through, a child broken to pieces taking refuge in her art.

There was also a tarot card, which... tasted, very distinctly, like returned affection for Glory.

The wolfplush just tasted like fur.

There's still a drawing up on Silver's wall, of a doe in a wood, and then there's Silver's bed and chairs. No blankets, but there is a pillow.

Technically, there's also everything Silver kept in her drawers. Does Karma check those?

Silver yelps at being caught in the goop, and she turns into a wolf *again*, giant metal thing cracking stuff apart.

Once the shelf was depleted, Karma debated calling it good. She really, truly, did. And then the blast of itching powder provoked her into recklessness.

She strode over and pulled open the first drawer.

The partially bare chested Jack does his best to jog behind Glory and put her in a full nelson.

Glory snaps her finger, and Jack falls through a hole in Mundiwaelcan's room. He lands right onto her bed next to her.

In the drawer is a spool of silver wire, a black hoodie which sparkles faintly with silvery light and black-on-black, and a steampunk-style geared watch partly covered in something golden, as well as strange symbols and buttons. The sheer wash of *love* which comes out of the drawer is nearly overwhelming.

"Aah, fuck..." Karma quietly closed the drawer and turned to walk out of the room.

Mundi is reading a book in the dark, the only source of light in the room. She has both fingers in her ears and is humming. "Glory, please turn the lights off before they leave my room" she says to the air, giving Jack a look.

"Sorry." Is all he says before trying to go for the door.

Glory shuts down the lights in the main room as he enters back in.

Karma approached Glory, throwing an arm around her shoulder. "Alright. Licked all the stuff on Silver's shelf."

She smirked and got on her tiptoes to drag her tongue up the side of Glory's neck.

"What the shit is going on?" He yells as he walks into a dark room and shuts the door behind him a little harder than he meant to.

"Prank war! Kinda!" Glory screams out.

Mundi winces and returns to reading, humming a bit louder than before. Sewage scent crosses her senses and she wrinkles her nose, again considering the light switch meaningfully.

Silver kind of sits down, watching Karma and Glory. The giant metal wolf is staring at them - or in their direction - with absolute *befuddlement*. Her expression is unreadable in this shape, but Glory is definitely getting *what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck* across the bond.

"So, we all even now?" Glory asks, taking Karma's kiss in stride as she puts her own arm around her as well. "Prank war over?"

"Who was that?" Jack says pointing back at the door he came from with worry.

Silver shifts back, sewage-covered girl still staring wide-eyed at Glory and Karma while on the floor.

"Hmm? Oh, you haven't met Mundi yet, have you?" Glory asks She then turns back to Silver, with a look of concern on her face. "What’s wrong? Go too far again?"

"You're fine," Silver says. Her tone is... weird. "I... don't think Karma should have done that. Oh yikes."

"What? It's not the first time I've licked Glory. I mean, first time while you were watching. You're not about to murder me, are you?"

"Uh, what happened?" Glory looks over to the both of them.

Jack begins fiddling with something in his pocket.

"Karma... uh." Silver shakes her head, like she was a dog again - not exactly a no, just like, a physical action. "That was Me and my Glamour, Karma. Fuck that feels weird. Fuuuuuck."

Glory glares over down at Karma, she could feel her grip on her shoulder tighten. "You licked *my* Silver?"

Fiddling intensifies.

"I *said* I was gonna! You *let me in!*" Karma blinked. "Wait... Glamour? Blugh, I got Fae in my mouth?!"

"Yep." Silver's voice is... a weird kind of blank. "Yeah, you, uh. You kind of ate my Glamour. Willingly."

"Tell me you didn't swallow." Jack says with worry.

"Shit," Glory growls.

There's a significant pause as Karma processes that. She snickers a bit at Jack's comment, then shrugs. "I totally did. Whoops."

"Motherfucker," Glory swears, stepping back from her.

Silver starts giggling, a bit hysterically.

"Oh, fuck *off*. You do *not* get to be mad at me when I made my intentions clear and you aided me in doing it." Karma crossed her arms. "Not after the shit we've already done together, you and me."

"I didn't even trap you into it," Silver said through giggles. "What the fuck? What the fuck?" Silver tips over backward on the floor.

Jack pulls out a piece of chalk from his front pocket and marches to the kitchen to start drawing a circle with steady determined hands.

Glory sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Do you even *know* what it means to eat another's Glamour? The kind that they made their own of?"

"Umm, I'm pretty sure you're usually not supposed to do it?" Karma shrugged. "I don't hang out with Fae much, so..."

“Definitely not supposed to,” Silver says through giggles. “‘Our Karma’, now that sounds *funny*.”

"She basically has some Claim over you now," Glory explains to her. "A bit of control over you. And a rather pretty decent Claim, depending on how much you ate of her."

“Hey, she gets some power out of it too!” Silver protests. “My Glamour is useful stuff!”

Karma gave another shrug. "Yeah, alright. I mean, I kinda figured something like this'd happen at some point?"

Silver pauses at that. “Wait what?”

Glory blinks in surprise. "*What?*"

He continued adding several details to the circle. Motifs that looked related to clocks and measurements of time. Oddly several small dots placed in seemingly random spots about it. He stops abruptly at what Karma said.

"I'm staying in a van with a Fae mage, banging her girlfriend-- wife? Are you two married? -- There's no way I *wasn't* getting claimed somehow."

"Are we married?" Glory looks over to Silver.

Silver shrugs, pushing herself up. She looks at Karma with fascination. “You are so fucked up,” she says. She sounds *delighted*.

"I think I can undo it if we act quickly." There was a pleading in Jack's voice. He looked at Karma with worry.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Glory asks, finally starting to take notice of whatever Jack's doing.

"I can avoid this. Stop the glamour thing."

"What, can you rip it out of her body?" Glory puts her hands on her hips at him.

"Stop fucking asking me how and... sorry, just... please.?" His focus was on Karma.

Silver’s humming. She seems pretty cheerful with the whole situation.

Karma raised an eyebrow. "Worried about me, Jackie?" She grinned. "It's fine, really. I don't mind."

Something like dawning horror crawled across Jack's face and down his body. He pulled the shirt from his face, speaking slowly, "Do you know...." His mind raced through everything that had happened before finding a perch on resignation. "Only one shower?"

Silver gets somewhat distracted from the whole thing by Glory's feelings. She cocks her head, looking at Glory. "Love? Talk to me."

"Hmm? What?" Her arms are crossed against her chest. She doesn't look particularly happy about this outcome.

"Only one shower right?" Jack said, still in a slight haze.

Silver gets to her feet, padding over. She gently touches Glory's shoulder. She's watching her steadily. "He says he can undo it," she says. "I would also point out... to at least some degree, what's mine is yours. We're married *that* much, no?"

Glory hesitated, but let out a sigh, nodding. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't like it ending up like this. Especially since I already convinced you not to do it yourself."

“Is it that it happened, that it happened by accident, or that you didn’t get to say yes?” Silver tilts her head. “She’s not been forced, and she’s refused a way out. You talked me out of doing it the tricksy way, yes. There’s a difference ‘tween what’s tricked and what’s chosen, no?”

"Hmm, but you're pretty happy with this outcome either way, aren't you?" Glory asks, looking back at her.

Silver shrugs, ducking her head. “Part-Fae,” she says, like it’s an excuse. “My priority remains you.”

"Hmph, but you got any plans to use your Claim over her?" Glory steps up toward her. "I don't like using the Practice to influence other people's decisions for ourselves."

Silver hums, tilting her head. “Not currently? I don’t think I’m likely to deliberately abuse it if it’s not an emergency. Problem is that the effects are kinda subtle; can be hard to tell the difference between something you’d do on your own and something done ‘cause of it.” Silver’s smile was very wry. “You should know that one.”

Glory tries to give her a smile back. "Yeah, I guess so. But what about you?" She turns her head back towards Karma. "Why are you cool with all this?"

"I don't think there's a good answer to that question that won't upset at least... At *least* two people here, probably three, maybe all four of us." She shrugged. "I trust Silver enough to not mind a bit of claim. I've worked with Law Magic, I think I can get around small shit like this."

“I’m still very curious.” Silver cocks her head. “A *little* bit of claim? Karma, silly. How long do you expect that to last?”

"What do you mean? It's a permanent thing, right?"

Very patiently, “If I think we have permission to own you, do you really think I’m not going to try and *increase* that claim?”

"Sure, whatever." Karma sighed. "I feel like you're making a bigger deal out of it than it is. I don't mind you having claim. It's not like you're gonna use it badly, right?"

“I don’t know the future. I’m not inclined to really hurt you. I can’t say for certain if that’ll change.” Silver shrugs. “Forgive a girl for checking? Claim isn’t a small thing, I think. Claim I didn’t want was part of why I accepted Glory’s offer, after all. I don’t think I’d like it if you found yourself regretting this, later.”

Silver glances at Glory. “How we doing? We good to let Jack go take first shower?”

She nodded, turning back to Jack. "Shower's right over there." She points over to the side, where the door to the bathroom just appeared on the wall next to them.

He snaps back to reality when Glory speaks to him. Something like a mental reset, neutral face and slightly less tense posture. Several swift steps put him next to Silver at only a few inches between them. "You mind if I borrow yours?" He says pensively and at barely a whisper while looking down into Silver's eyes while motioning with his hand toward Karma.

It takes Silver a few seconds to process, then... “*Borrow*, sure, if she wants to go,” Silver says. Her tone is... weird. She looks at Jack, and her smile is still very wry. “Sorry ‘bout the mess.”

More swift steps and he's trying to hold Karma's hand and pull her gently toward the bathroom door. "We both could use a shower."

Glory raises an eyebrow, but just quietly turns back to Silver.

Karma grins. "Shower sex, Jack? Sounds good to me."

"Something like that sure." He leads her into the bathroom.

Silver goes to her partner, cautiously sliding into Glory's side. She wrinkles her nose at the suggestion of shower sex, but doesn't seem particularly bothered.

The door to Silver's room closes, and Glory can probably sense the clean water flowing over the room, cleaning it off; some strange tension through Silver and her Self wipes off in the process, relaxing.

“So, shall we go and take a bath of our own?” Glory asks, already starting to take off her own clothes. Silver’s pool was also already expanding and letting off steam.

Silver separates long enough to let Glory do that. "Sure," she agrees, waving her hand. The door slides open, and Silver's room seems to be as Glory's used to it being, except for Silver's bed still lacking a blanket. The furniture is folded away properly.

Silver still doesn't bother taking her clothes off, the texture simply adjusting to something appropriate for a swim as she steps into the room.

Glory dives into the water in a loud splash, calmly floating and wading through the perfectly warm waters. “C’mon in, the water’s great!” She gestures for Silver to join in with her.

Silver laughs, and drops herself in casually, ducking under the water and shaking her head, before surfacing. She splashes Glory lightly. "It's nice to be warm," she agrees.

"So, what's the deal, Jackie boy?" Karma wasn't shy about undressing for the shower once the door was closed. "You that pent up?"

Jack starts taking off his boots which seems to be a bit of a ritual for him while he talks, "Yes in a way. Have you considered that I asked Silver if we could do this? I wouldn't consider that a good thing." He kept his eyes on his task instead of looking at what he presumed was something quite distracting to his goal.

"Yeah, you asked her, because she has some small amount of claim to me. What's your point?"

"Can you please explain why that doesn't bother you? I won't deny why it bothers me but I would like to know why it ain't bothering you?"

"Because I'm a crazy submissive who hasn't had a steady relationship in her whole life, and Silver treated me like an actual fucking person instead of going 'eewww, goblins' and ignoring me?"

"That's all it takes for someone to convince you to give up your freedom? What do you want from that?" He finishes taking his boots off and carefully places them to the side. He continues stripping trying not to look directly at Karma for a few different reasons.

"It's not my *freedom*, Jackie. She has a bit of claim over me, and if she wants more she can fucking try and take it. Honestly, I doubt she'd try to limit me much anyways. Why are you so concerned with what I do with my freedom?"

"Because Silver is clearly territorial. I don't wanna lose my chance with you." He says solemnly while trying to adjust the temperature of the water. His face was bright red despite how serious he seemed.

"Aaw, shit, Jack, really?" Karma came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his back. "You really wanna try and be in a relationship with the gal who beds down with goblins on the regular?"

"If she's still the one that'll get hammered with me and let me listen to her problems while I go on about mine, yes." He says wistfully. "What does it matter though? Someone else may have the power to pull that away." He held his position tensely waiting for a response.

"You and I live on opposite sides of the continent, Jack. And... Shit, I don't wanna say anything hurtful, but... You're not exactly my long-term relationship ideal."

She sighed, squeezing him. "You're... You're a big ol' softy who cries when he gets drunk and probably removes his cowboy hat in the company of a lady and doesn't look at a fucking *bombshell* of a woman getting undressed right next to him."

"And what's wrong with that? Maybe you need that more than you know? Especially considering recent events." He turns and wraps his arms around her keeping his body at a slight angle to hers.

"Jackie, having a fucking teddy bear around sounds goddamn amazing. The thought of being able to come home from a long day at the office and have someone there who's willing to hear me bitch and moan while snuggling? That's an idea that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, sure."

She sighed softly. "But I also need someone who, when push comes to shove, will call me on my shit and put me in line. I'm a fucking *nightmare* to be around sometimes, and if you and I... If we... If *that* happened, it would be miserable for both of us, long-term."

"Short term then?" He sighed before continuing, "I'm lonely Karma. You helped that. You are helping that. I couldn't stay around forever anyway. Oaths made would eventually demand my return to home. Until then though? I want to... uh... this." He squeezed a little harder.

She chuckled. "Sure, Jack. We could do short-term. Are you willing to share me with Glory? With Silver, in a different sense? Because... I almost told you, when we were drinking, and it's so *fucking stupid* of me, but... My stupid brain has decided that it loves her because of the attention she paid to me. That's why I gave her that claim and didn't fight it. That's why I don't care if she tries to take more."

She looked up at him. "Can you live with that, short-term?"

He tried poorly to hide the discomfort he felt from the idea of sharing her with someone he was angry at for being so reckless but he shrugged slightly. "I guess I don't have much choice if I want you." The blush comes back as he continues, "Speaking of wanting you... what comes first, the shower or....?" he trails off again.

Karma cackled. "Have you never-- Jack, we have sex *in the shower!* C'mon, it's fucking great!" She hopped into the spray without another second wasted.

Jack for the first time takes a proper look at Karma as she moves into the water. A grin forms across his face as he steps into the shower with her. "Lead the way." He yells as if he wants the others to hear.