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mimosa. “You’re kidding me.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œHow did you get from wanting to propose to a threeway with Wonderland’s wonder twins?”
    â€œSteven found the stupid coke Baggie in my stupid pants after we fucked. He flipped.”
    â€œUnderstandably. You’re an idiot.”
    â€œThanks. You’re a sweetheart.”
    â€œAnytime.”
    â€œHe dumped me, Dinah. He said he wouldn’t go through it again.” Before me, Steven had dated a total druggie loser named Pierre. This wasn’t the same; it wasn’t a problem for me, or an addiction. Just a once-in-a-while itch that needed to be scratched. It was the first time since we had started dating that I had scratched it. Well, second maybe.
    â€œOh Alex, I’m sorry.” Her hand was cold from her mimosa.
    â€œWhat am I going to do, Dinah?”
    â€œHave you called?”
    â€œI tried. Voice mail.”
    â€œHas he called?”
    â€œIt was full, couldn’t leave a message.” I took a deep breath. “It gets worse.”
    â€œHow can it?”
    â€œI walked by on my way home from the club last night, and he was with someone.”
    â€œHe was what?”
    â€œI saw them through the curtains.”
    â€œHe didn’t!”
    â€œHe did.”
    â€œWell, even Steven, right?”
    â€œThat’s what I thought. It doesn’t make it feel any better.”
    â€œWell, you need to go talk to him, that’s all.”
    â€œAfter brunch.”
    â€œPromise?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œOkay good.” She speared some sausage with her fork and looked at me with a mischievous grin. “Now, tell me about this threeway.”
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    We had just finished brunch and ordered one last round of drinks when the door from the lobby opened and in came the twins, with Brandon and Allan. Brandon and Allan were still up from last night, as evidenced by their clothes and the glow paint still on their faces. The twins looked fresh as always; nothing tired them out. I knew that from having tried to tire them out just two nights before.
    â€œWell look what we have here,” Dinah said with a smirk.
    â€œYou hush your face.”
    â€œYoohoo, booooooys!” she called out, waving them over. I kicked her under the table, and she laughed even as she yelped.
    â€œAlex! Dinah!”
    â€œHey boys, what’s up?”
    â€œYou bailed early last night,” Jesse said, as they pulled up chairs and joined us. “Are you guys just getting here?” Colton asked.
    â€œJust finishing actually,” I said. “We were about to leave.”
    â€œWell, you have to stay now, we have gos-sip.” Brandon delivered the last word with his normal sing-song flair.
    â€œI’m not really in the mood for some faggy drama,” I said, and got up.
    â€œSit down, Alex,” Jesse said. “It’s about Steven.”
    A thousand scenarios ran through my head. He was dead! He’d been coming to apologize for overreacting and he got hit by a bus and he was dead! Or the random trick he’d picked up off Grindr had turned out to be a homicidal maniac and chopped him up and they’d found pieces of him all over the gayborhood!
    The most likely one—that they knew he had a trick and couldn’t wait to tell me—of course occurred to me as well.
    â€œWhat is it?” I asked.
    â€œHe’s missing.”

Chapter 8
    T he fuck? I sat there, dumbfounded. Here I thought we were going along in just a normal week of angst and drama in the gayborhood, and now what was this?
    â€œWhat’s this?” I asked. “What do you mean, missing?”
    â€œWe stopped by to get him on the way here. We hadn’t seen him all weekend, and we figured, just because you two are fighting, doesn’t mean he gets to ditch us all.”
    Colton carried on where Jesse left off. “But when we got to his house, his car was outside and the door was open.