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Dorian growls at the intruders and considers calling 911. Franklinâs family in particular would love to deal with that news. âDown the hall. Itâs labeled Garbage Shaft. Canât miss it.âÂ
Since Franklin looks just as confused to be here, Dorian focuses his glare on Felix North, the thorn in his eyes. âWhy did you drag him here?â he asks, tossing his phone on the couch as he goes to the mini bar to grab a drink. âIâm not offering you any, because youâre,â Dorian lifts one finger â the middle one â at them, ânot wanted, nor are you going to stay long,â he adds and lifts the index finger, to count the second reason for his faulty hospitality. Hopefully thatâs straightforward enough. âWhat, you found out one of you gave clamedia to the other? Wasnât through me. I had a check last week.âÂ
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Dorian and Franklin clearly know each other, which in hindsight, is hilarious. Felix had in no way planned for said hilarity, itâs just an amusing byproduct of his want to screw with Dorianâs day. Itâs even funnier when Franklin tries to apologize.
âWasnât me. It was probably one of your skanky models,â he says flippantly in response to Dorianâs question, blatantly ignoring everything else Dorian said in favor of making his way into the kitchen. âFridge is through here, Frank,â he calls. âOh, and didnât I mention? Iâm Secret Service. Dorianâs the mouthpiece of evil, as you probably already know. Thatâs how we know each other.â
He takes the bag of alligator meat off Frank, and sets about removing things from Dorianâs fridge to make room. Goodbye, beer. Goodbye, fancy looking salad. âSo how the fuck do you two know each other?â Felix asks cheerily. âIs it the same way I know both of you? Wink.â He actually says it out loud, which is horrendous in at least three separate ways.
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âNo, you didnât, actually,â Franklin grumbles, following behind the smaller blond. This administration seems to have an odd amount of homosexuals working within it (and for it) and the soldier has a difficult time understanding why either man would wish to associate themselves with such a horribly homophobic party. At least, Felix seems to not share the Presidentâs values, judging by his little title for Dorian. âThe mouthpiece of evil,â he repeats, grinning. âAccurate.â
With every slightest bit of movement, gator blood fell off his hunting clothes and onto the floors and cabinets around him. He considers undressing for a moment, at least removing the first layer of clothes just to stop the spread of blood, but heâs quickly distracted by the sight of alcohol. And since their sexy but cranky host refused to serve him a drink, Franklin helped himself to one of the beers Felix pulled out, leaning back against.
âYeah, actually. Knew him for all of five minutes before nagged me into fucking him.â He pulls the cap of the beer off and downs most of it in one go because really, that was the only way he could probably stand Purcell for longer than half an hour. âYou two arenât... married, are you?â Because that would be one hell of a scandal heâs gotten himself into, and really, he couldnât wait to see those headlines when word gets out. âYou argue like it. Itâs very cute. Didnât realize this administration was open to hiring LGBT couples-- especially gay couples with an open marriage.â












