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“You’d be surprised how easy it is to hack from one function to another once you get basic access to a house system. One minute you’re watching lacrosse, and the next you’re emptying my bank account, and replacing my avatars with goats or naked old ladies or something.”
    â€œHuh.” I drain my water in one pull, hold up the glass and rattle the cubes. Gary stares at me blankly. I rattle them again. He raises one eyebrow. I smile. He rolls his eyes, climbs back to his feet, takes my glass and heads back into the kitchen.
    â€œYou know,” I say. “If you were less paranoid and more sociable, poor Anders might not have to resort to banging prostitutes.”
    â€œNot true,” he says as he comes back with my water. “Anders is ugly. He will always have to resort to banging prostitutes.”
    He sits back down and takes another long drink.
    â€œYou’re not really a prostitute, are you?”
    I smile.
    â€œYou’re gonna feel pretty bad if I am, aren’t you?”
    â€œYes,” he says. “I am.”
    â€œI’m not.”
    â€œAnd Anders didn’t really bang you, did he?”
    â€œNo,” I say. “He did not.”
    He grins again.
    â€œGood. If I found out that Anders was getting laid for free, I’d have to rethink my entire worldview.”
    I take a drink, and wipe the cold glass across my forehead. I’m cooling down now, sweat drying on my face and arms. I’m not entirely sure what to make of Gary. I’d like to know what kind of work he does that requires the level of security he’s apparently put in place here, but given that he won’t even let me watch lacrosse on his wallscreen, I’m guessing he’s not going to tell me.
    I wonder what Dimitri would think of this setup.
    â€œSo,” Gary says after a long, awkward silence. “Who are you really?”
    I finish my water and wipe the last of the sweat from my face with my sleeve.
    â€œI’m really the girl Anders spent the night with,” I say. “We met at the Green Goose last night. I’m pretty sure he tried to drink me under the table. It didn’t work out for him.”
    Gary nods.
    â€œGot it. As big as he is, you’d think he’d be able to hold his liquor.”
    I smile.
    â€œBut you’d be wrong.”
    â€œRight,” he says. “So, what happened? You carried him home slung over your shoulder?”
    â€œNo,” I say. “He was still walking when we got back to my apartment. I actually thought I might get lucky, until he fell over my coffee table and couldn’t get back up.”
    He shakes his head.
    â€œI don’t think you’re using the word ‘lucky’ correctly.”
    I laugh.
    â€œI think you’re wrong. Have you seen him naked?”
    He finishes his drink.
    â€œThis conversation is making me uncomfortable. Can we talk about something else?”
    â€œSure,” I say. “Let’s talk about why two apparently well-­educated and possibly employable young men are living next door to a crack house.”
    â€œNo,” Gary says. “That also makes me uncomfortable. Let’s talk about why you’re here. Did Anders steal your wallet or something? Because he does that, you know. You should probably stay away from him.”
    â€œHuh,” I say. “You’re the second person who’s told me that today.”
    He looks genuinely surprised.
    â€œReally? Who was the first?”
    â€œMy friend Dimitri. He said Anders was going to be in trouble soon, and that I should stay out of it.”
    Gary leans back. His eyes narrow, and he folds his arms across his chest.
    â€œOh, I got it now. Dimitri’s your boyfriend? Is that what he was so wound up about this morning?”
    â€œNo,” I say. “Dimitri is not my boyfriend. He’s just someone I know.”
    â€œAnd he told you Anders is big, big