Chapter 6

“Sorry, it’s just that, I mean, shit like this doesn’t happen to me, okay? You wouldn’t believe the days I’ve had. Mom’s gone schizoid again, I spilled tea on the subway, lost a sketchbook, but found out Clark just stole it—”

“He what?” Aquila interjected, stalking a step closer and throwing a glare in the direction of Clark and the future scene of the violence he was evidently willing to inflict in Jeffrey’s honor.

“No, no, he gave it back. It was nice.” Jeffrey shook his head. “I’m…It’s just been a while since something decent happened.” He licked his lips, gave Aquila the once-over. He stared at Aquila’s groin, briefly reminiscing on exactly what Aquila could do to him if the good-luck lightning struck. “Been a while since you happened, you know?”