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“Not worth it.”
    “My laptop’s busy rendering some images and my desktop is downloading some new software.” Gibson snapped as he paced around. “All I wanted to do was check my mail and see if Everett had got in touch.” He picked up a slice of carrot from the veggie platter and bit it savagely.
    “Everett the Egghead.” Jack chortled. “The big, hairy, fuck buddy from Canada.”
    “Fuck. You.” Gibson spat. “He’s not that hairy. And does Beth know you make disgusting gestures like that whole finger thing you had going on?” Beth was Jack’s long-time girlfriend.
    Well, maybe Ev is a little hairy-like but he has a great dick and he knows what to do with it.
    Everett Talbot was one of the few people Gibson fucked more than once, which was usually only once a year anyway when they attended the Gamez Geek Ultra event in Brighton. The GGU was the prestige event for game developers and designers and one Gibson never missed. Everett was also a master at coding and programming and both Gibson and Jack relied on him as one of the many freelancers they used for the development of their games.
    Jack snorted. “Beth knows she’s the only one for me. Doesn’t mean I can’t watch porn. And dude, Everett is like the epitome of a bear. Have you seen the two of you shimmying it up on the dance floor? It’s like Chewbacca and Peter Pan going at it. Scary.” He shivered theatrically.
    Gibson narrowed his eyes. “He has a nice pelt on his chest, and a beard. What about the bird I saw you with once PB”—PB was code for Pre-Beth—–“who had a damn moustache and looked as if she’d got a pair of udders on her front? No, fuck that. Double udders.”
    “Hey, her name was Annie, she was cool,” Jack threw a disgruntled look at Gibson who stared back fiercely. “And she was a real sweetie. She had a few hormone problems at the time.”
    Now it was Gibson’s turn to roll his eyes. “She nearly poked my eyes out when she tried to hug me. I could have died from suffocation.”
    The two friends glared at each other then as smiles curved their mouths, they fell into peals of laughter.
    “Oh my God,” Gibson managed, eyes streaming. “We had Chewy and the Pneumatic Bearded Lady as dates…”
    Gibson’s bad mood dissipated. Jack was always able to get him out of hissy fits by distracting him. They’d been friends forever, since secondary school. They now worked as a team in a game design company they’d formed called Anomaly Media. Jack was the writer and also a technical whizz kid at programming and code and picking out bugs. Gibson was the creative one, drawing, designing and developing the game characters and the worlds they lived in as well as coding. It was a partnership that worked well and they’d built two successful games so far, Blockshock and Dust and Souls . Camp Queen was Gibson’s dream, his concept.
    They shared the flat in Canning Town and used the spare room as their office. Jack had money behind him from a gaming business his father had owned, which saw them through the lean times—although those were not often, as their games sold well. Jack was built like a linebacker and he’d saved Gibson’s arse more times than he cared to remember.
    “What are you waiting on Ev for, anyway? Anything special?” Jack wiped his eyes and picked up a desiccated sandwich from the plate between them. Gibson winced as Jack munched away on dried ham and hard cheese between what looked two pieces of brown cardboard.
    “Yeah. There was this bit I couldn’t get right in the animation for Phoenix and he said he thought he knew what the problem was. I sent details over to him to take a look.” Gibson checked his watch. “He said he’d get back to me by three pm and it’s already half past.”
    Jack thrust the whole half sandwich in his mouth. “Well, now you’re going to have to check your damn email on my computer. Seeing as how you threw yours against the wall. Like you did with your phone the other