Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

LINCOLN

Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln

Lincoln:

Need someone to take my shift tomorrow.

Atlas:

No.

Declan:

On a Friday? Hard pass

Xander:

Try again.

Lincoln:

Rude.

What happened to loyalty?

To brotherly love?

To not being total dicks?

Xander:

What’s so important you need the night off?

Lincoln:

Glad you asked.

I’ve been called upon for a highly classified mission.

There’s a woman involved. And a lot of honey. And possibly a goat.

Can’t say more. National security. You understand.

Atlas:

You’re not even trying to make this shit believable.

Lincoln:

Fine. I’ll level with you.

Mabel roped me into helping her. I have to escort her and George to a couples pole dancing class. Don’t ask for details.

Declan:

I believe that more than the goat thing

Xander:

Same

Atlas:

I still smell bullshit.

Lincoln:

Ok, ok. I agreed to be the naked model for Penelope’s figure drawing class at the library. For the love of god, keep Mom occupied while I’m there.

Declan:

You better fucking be joking right now

Lincoln:

I don’t know what to tell you, man. Pen has good taste.

Declan:

I’ll kill you and enjoy it

And don’t fucking call her Pen

Lincoln:

Jesus, all right. I was kidding. Unclench your asshole, Dec.

Xander:

Still waiting for the real reason.

Lincoln:

Fine. I promised a friend I’d commit a crime with her. Can’t say what or where, but if anyone asks, I was with one of you the whole time.

Declan:

He’s being dodgy as hell. That means it’s serious.

Atlas:

You better not be blowing off work to get laid, Linc.

Lincoln:

I WISH it was for getting laid. I’m hard up. Like, literally. Hard as fuck all the time.

Xander:

More than any of us wanted to know.

Lincoln:

How about this? One of you does me a solid and I promise not to talk about my junk anymore.

Xander:

Ever?

Lincoln:

Be serious.

Declan:

You’re making it so easy to say no

Lincoln:

Come on. It’s one shift. You’ll barely notice I’m gone.

Declan:

We always notice when you’re gone. Mostly because no one hits on someone’s grandma.

Lincoln:

You can’t tell me Mabel doesn’t like the attention.

Atlas:

She’s married, shithead.

Lincoln:

Monogamy doesn’t cancel appreciation, grandpa.

Come on.

Just say yes.

I’ll owe you all.

First round of drinks on me.

Xander:

We own the bar, dipshit. We always drink for free.

But fine. One of us will cover.

Lincoln:

Knew I loved you fuckers for a reason.

Atlas:

If I find out you’re skipping work for a hookup, I’m putting you on solo Mom Situation duty for a month.

Declan:

And she’s been talking about redoing her bathroom. By herself.

Lincoln:

Already told you, my dick’s been starved for attention. All thanks to that stupid bet I made with Sutton. No dating apps = no action. My dick’s not going to suddenly be showered with love tomorrow. Unfortunately.

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