What are you listening to?

Vinyl Scratch walked up to the door of Flash's house. She'd been trying to get a hold of him for hours, but her calls went straight to voicemail and her texts went unanswered. 'Guess he really is bummed about his parents fucking off to England without him. Or any notice. Or a number to reach them.'

She decided for the umpteenth time that Flash's parents were douchebags, and opened the door to his house. She walked into the kitchen to see if he was making himself breakfast or something. No go.

"Well, since I'm here already..." Vinyl pulled a big bowl from his cupboard, rummaging around before she found a box of Frosted Flakes. She emptied the box into the bowl. Raiding Flash's fridge, she took a slug off the gallon of milk in it then dumped some in her bowl.

She wandered around Flash's house looking for him, taking occasional spoonfuls from the bowl of cereal.

"Theywr gwwwwait...!"

The headphones that were her constant companion flipped over to the next track and she paused as the song she'd been thinking about for a while came on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zPlr-o-YEQ [Embed]

"Man, I need to get Octy to lay down some more cello tracks. This lazy swing thing they've got going on is bitchin'." She grooved her way up the stairs, passing his parent's room and the guest bedroom to walk into his. She looked over and saw his empty bed.

'Huh, guess he's out? I'll just chill here for a bit till he gets back.' Vinyl lifted her bowl out, took the few steps to the back of his couch and hurdled it like she'd done a hundred times, landing butt first. Unlike the ninety four other times she'd done this, her butt contacted something other than a comfy couch cushion.

* * *

Lemon awoke to a crushing weight on her face and the taste of Lycra. She screamed, thoughts of Veela smothering her in her sleep flashing through her head as she flailed about in a panic.

Amon woke up with a start, sitting straight up and upsetting the thrashing pile of female on his chest. His sudden movement threw off Vinyl's balance further and she tipped backward into him, her bowl of cereal smashing him in the forehead as soggy frosted flakes and milk went everywhere.

The flailing, screaming, groaning pile of limbs fell off the couch and Lemon's reflexes kicked in, gaining her a headlock on her assailant. Her groggy mind, still assuming that she had a headlock on Veela, fixed slowly on Amon. She chuckled evilly, before lunging forward.

Vinyl's eyes widened and she let out a scream that was quickly muffled.

"Suck my dick, you frigid bitch!" Lemon screamed as she mashed Vinyl’s face into Amon's crotch, which was of course suffering from the dread affliction of morning wood.

Amon thought he might have a concussion. He blinked blearily down at the familiar pleading eyes of Vinyl, his dick mashed against her nose. He could feel the vibration in his balls as she screamed into them.

'At least they're clean,' was the first thought that popped into his head.

Amon blinked again slowly, still not really all there. He felt Vinyl's tongue brush the base of his shaft as she struggled to free herself from Lemon's headlock, which Amon could have informed her was futile. At the touch, his dick twitched. Vinyl's eyes widened still further, before narrowing in fury.

"Lemon, get her off my-" That's as far as he got before Vinyl bit him.

Hard.

* * *

Flash burst into the room, clad only in a pair of boxers that were sporting a noticeable stain in the front. He ran around the side of the couch that was blocking his view of the struggle.

What he saw was a naked Lemon maniacally laughing as she ground a growling Vinyl's face into a crying Amon's crotch. Flash, of course, popped a boner.

"Amon, you dog." Flash muttered in admiration. Amon looked up at Flash with tears streaming down his face.

"Help. She's crushing them." Flash's eyes widened. Assessing the situation quickly, he leaned down and flicked Lemon on the bridge of the nose.

"Ow, shit!" Lemon yelled as her hands flew up the her nose, ‘Veela’ forgotten. Vinyl immediately pulled back, gasping for air.

"Oh, god, why?" Amon whimpered out as he curled up into a ball, his hands gently cupping his boys as milk and cereal slowly dripped off him. Flash leaned down and restrained Vinyl as she lunged for Lemon, a stream of profanity pouring out of her mouth as her hands clutched inches from Lemon's throat.

"Cock mother fist-fucking shitbrained yeast dribble CUNT! Gonna record your screams an’ mix em into a grindcore track dedicated to your mom!" Lemon rubbed her nose sourly before looking at Vinyl clearly for the first time. She took in her wild neon-blue hair, knocked askew pink shades and general coolness and came to a startling conclusion.

"You're not Veela. Why were you trying to kill me with your ass?" Lemon thought about this sentence for a second. "Ohhhh, you sat on me by accident." Lemon bumped her fist against her temple while clucking her tongue. "My bad."

Flash struggled to hold Vinyl back as a new fit of rage seemed to overtake her. Eventually she calmed down slightly.

"Great, she's a moron. And Flash?" Flash loosened his grip enough to let Vinyl turn around. She immediately shoved him violently away. "Get your dick out of my back! Why am I surrounded by dicks! FUCK!"

She flopped onto the couch, her fury breaking down into mortification as she clutched herself. Lemon tentatively stood up and walked over, sitting down next to her. She gently rubbed Vinyls shoulder and the DJ snatched her up into a hug, sobbing.

"It's okay, cocks aren't so bad, dude." Lemon murmured soothingly, Vinyl seeming to be reacting more to her tone than the actual words she used. Flash shared a glance with the recovering Amon, who merely muttered the universal epitaph of male confusion.

"Girls."

"You shut the fuck up, Amon! You were enjoying it!" Vinyl yelled at him. She then turned back to Lemon and buried her face into her chest. Lemon patted her back awkwardly, not sure if she was enthusiastic about the girl snuffling into the valley of her breasts or not.

"I'm going back to sleep. If I have a concussion maybe I won't wake up." Amon said softly before flopping back onto the floor.

Flash merely surveyed his domain.

Hot girl with face shoved in naked hot girl's boobs. Check.

Rival male incapacitated. Check.

He stood there, posing, awaiting his due from the prospective mates.

"Put some fucking clothes on, Flash." Lemon said, making a shooing gesture.

"Y-you first!" Flash shot back. His eyes widened and he clapped a hand to his mouth. 'What have I done!' Vinyl slowly retreated from her pillow, her face red.

"Umm, you're naked, right." Vinyl turned away from Lemon, her gaze flicking to Flash and she immediately averted her eyes. They fell upon Amon, still on the floor, boner killed by her mastication. Her face glowed red as she looked at the ceiling, the only safe place in her opinion.

"Sooooo, hi there, I'm Lemon Zest!" Lemon blurted out, unsure what to say but feeling like she had to break the awkward silence somehow.

"Vinyl Scratch. Can everybody stop being naked?" Lemon pondered this for a second before snapping her fingers.

"Oh, you're Amon's DJ friend! Oh, you're Amon's DJ friend..." Lemon's first sentence was filled with happy recognition. Her second rendition was filled with dread.

"Yeah, thanks for shoving her face in my crotch, Lem. And thanks for smashing me in the face and then trying to turn me into a eunuch, Vinyl. Wonderful start to the day. Just wonderful." Amon gingerly sat up, grabbing his pants off the couch and slowly pulling them on, gritting his teeth as he tried to zip them before giving up. 'Maybe when the swelling goes down.'

Both girls flushed at Amon's words, embarrassed looks crossing their faces. Flash, ignored, walked over to his dresser to find some clothes to wear.

"No respect, I get no respect at all, I tell ya." Flash muttered as he rummaged through his drawers. Meanwhile, Amon went around collecting Lemon's clothes before sitting down carefully next to her.

"I can't find your panties. What'd you do with 'em?"

"Oh, I put them under Flash's pillow. Too much?" Lemon looked sheepishly at Amon's deadpan expression as she started getting dressed.

"Little bit." Amon leaned past Lemon to address the still flaming Vinyl.

"So, Vinyl, meet my idiot, I mean, girlfriend, Lem. She's an idiot." Lemon bristled slightly at this, shooting him a glare.

"Hey! I was just defending myself from her ass assault. I thought Veela was trying to smother me with a really heavy, warm pillow. Made of spandex. Shut up." Lemon trailed off slowly, her petulance slowly being replaced with embarrassment.

"She's actually smarter than she makes herself out to be, I swear." Amon said, trying to defend her as best he could. She really wasn’t making it easy, though.

"No sex for a week." Lemon said, pouting, to which Amon just laughed.

"Okay, I doubt I'm gonna be that into it until the swelling in my balls goes down. Jesus, Vinyl, that was harsh." Vinyl glared at him.

"You twitched!"

"You licked me."

"By accident!"

Amon just stared at her, eventually cocking his head incredulously.

"Oh. Fuck, dude, I'm sorry." Vinyl gave Amon an apologetic look. He waved it off, smiling ruefully at her.

"No worries. You were freaking out, I get it. But you aren't coming anywhere near my dick for, like, ever." Vinyl snerked before reaching toward his crotch, wiggling her fingers and making spooky sounds. Lemon immediately whapped her on the back of the head.

"No, mine." Vinyl pouted at Lemon, making sad spooky sounds and wiggling her fingers in Amon's direction again.

"Well, maybe if you're reeeeally good." Lemon acceded.

“Hey! Lem, stop offering threesomes to my friends!" Lemon turned to Amon, smirking.

"But they're all so cute! Foursome?" Amon threw up his hands. 'The terrible thing is, I'm pretty sure she's serious.' Amon thought to himself.

"Oh, come on, she practically sucked your dick already. In for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Lemon pointed out what, to her, was a perfectly logical argument while Vinyl turned scarlet.

And didn't protest.

Amon stared at Vinyl as the silence stretched on. She flicked a glance over at Flash to make sure he was still occupied changing, then muttered out the side of her mouth.

"I'll see if Octy's down." Lemon beamed.

"Attagirl! See, Amon? Never hurts to ask. Foursome!" She squealed the last word out softly.

"And again, I apparently have no say in the matter." Amon muttered, slowly coming to terms with his fate.

"Silence, pet, your master is negotiating." Vinyl suddenly gasped in surprise as Lemon finished dressing, pulling on her blazer.

"Oh, dude, you're a Preppy? I think we might have to cancel that play date." Amon shot Vinyl a furious look. ‘Really? THIS again?’

"What the fuck, Vinyl? I figured of all people YOU wouldn't care about that school rivalry bullshit." Vinyl sighed, looking resigned.

"I don't give a shit, but Octy, she takes that shit real serious." Vinyl leaned in, whispering. "I think it's actually because they rejected her application. So jelly."

"So, who's this Octy anyway, and why does she control your snatch?" Lemon asked. Amon sighed, rubbing his forehead as his life continued to spiral into chaos around him.

"You know her, Lemon. It's Octavia, the one that pulled you off of me, wow, yesterday. Has it really only been a day?" Amon got lost in thought while Lemon nodded seriously to Vinyl.

"Yes, the gorilla woman. Best not to cross her. Why bring her up at all, though?" Lemon watched as Vinyl scratched her head, combing her fingers through her mussed up hair.

"Well, she's kinda my girlfriend." Vinyl said, a cheeky grin springing up on her face. It slowly died as Amon spoke up, though.

"Kinda meaning that Vinyl keeps doing stupid shit that Octavia breaks up with her over, then Vinyl goes crawling back to her and somehow convinces that fine woman to take her back."

Vinyl squirmed under Lemon’s scrutiny.

"Shut up, Amon, so I make mistakes. I'm an impulsive high school student." Amon turned to Lemon and raised an eyebrow.

"Five times since I've been here, and it hasn't even been a year, yet."

"You dog." Lemon muttered. "How can you dare her wrath? She'd break you in two." Vinyl continued to squirm as Amon regarded her before looking at Lemon.

"The two most popular theories at school are that the make-up sex is fantastic, or that Octy has a secret cuck fetish. I pray it's the former." Vinyl's eyes widened at the statement, gesticulating wildly as she jumped on her only viable option.

"You have no idea, Amon! Unbelievable make-up sex! Liters of fluid are exchanged!"

Lemon regarded Vinyl with a sly smile. "Methinks she doth protest too much..." And Amon sighed as another bit of his innocence departed. "...But on the upside, that makes our fun that much more likely!"

Amon wondered what kind of evil sexual parasite Lemon seemed to be spreading, and if he should even try to stop it.

"Am I just only noticing it now, or are all my friends suddenly way more deviant than I remember." Vinyl exchanged an enquiring look with Lemon.

"Two months." Lemon replied, to which Amon blushed. Vinyl just grinned.

"It's actually something of a running gag around school. Pinky said her count for flashing you without you noticing is in the hundreds." Amon gaped at Vinyl, before realizing that he somehow knew exactly what Pinky looked like naked.

"Even Rainbow thinks you're oblivious, and that's saying something." Flash piped in. Finished changing, he slid into his favorite beanbag across from the couch.

"Flash, how could you betray me like this? I thought we were buds." Amon said mournfully, staring soulfully at Flash.

"It was too funny. Plus, this betting pool got started, and I had a lot of money riding on you. Maybe I can switch my bet to 'Other' before Rarity finds out Lemon here won. Talk about a dark horse." Flash sighed.

"So, all those girls you kept trying to set me up with?" Flash nodded sheepishly.

"Hey, in my defense, I was still trying to get you laid. I just had more riding on it than you thought." At this, Lemon couldn’t contain herself any longer. she burst out into a fit of laughter, slapping her thigh repeatedly.

"Flash is your pimp! Do I owe you money, dude?" Lemon reached into her blazer for her wallet.

"Fifty bucks a pop. That means you, not him." Lemon pulled out a couple hundred dollars from her wallet, counted it quickly, then looked back at Flash.

"I, don't have enough." Amon facepalmed as Vinyl choked, her eyes going wide before she burst into a coughing fit. Lemon patted Vinyl's back lightly as Flash looked at Amon with pride.

"That's my best little earner."

"Oh my god, I'm a gigolo." Amon muttered, looking down at his hands, a stricken expression covering his visage.

"How much does a Kidney go for nowadays? I wanna buy him off you, dude." Lemon and Flash burst into new gales of laughter as Vinyl stared intently at Amon, her face flaming. Amon just sighed.

"What is my life?" He reached over, pulling Lemon into him and locking lips with her, kissing his little catalyst of change. Eventually, Amon broke off the kiss, another sigh escaping him as he looked into Lemon's dreamy eyes and hating that he was going to have to take that feeling away from her.

"Lem, we need to talk about what we're going to do." Lemon looked at him quizzically. She cocked her head with a smile.

"I'm sure we can win Octavia over, Amon. I can be VERY convincing." She smiled diabolically.

"I mean about Veela and her goon squad, and whatever ridiculous problems are going to crop up once my schoolmates find out." Amon murmured unhappily, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, yeah. It kinda, slipped my mind, dude." Lemon's face drooped, but just as quickly perked up again. "But, come on Amon, all your friends that we've met so far have been fine with it. Maybe they all will be?"

"Maybe all my friends will be, although we already know that Octy's gonna take some convincing. But, I'm not friends with everyone at Ponyville High, you know." Amon glanced over at Flash and Vinyl. "And apparently, I've had a bunch of girls..."

"And three guys!" Flash piped up. Amon’s eye started twitching ever so slightly.

"...A BUNCH OF GIRLS vying for my affection for who knows how long. They probably aren't going to be too happy with you, you know." Lemon huffed before leaning away from him, throwing some mock punches.

"Lemme at em, Amon! I'll murderlize the lot of em!" Lemon halted her punches suddenly, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Well, unless they're cute. Then we might need to make some room in this guy's busy schedule." Lemon reached down to pat Amon's crotch gently with a sultry chuckle.

"So, your plan is to fuck or fight a bunch of Ponyville High kids, which will somehow win them over? Sounds exhausting." Flash chuckled. "I'll sell tickets. It'll be glorious."

"You suck, Flash. Stop exploiting me for money. Or cut me in for fucks sake." Amon grumbled, giving Flash a sour look.

"No way, man, you're a cash cow." Amon glared at Flash while Vinyl slipped off the couch, brushing herself off.

"Look, I'm gonna run. I gotta meet up with Octy in a bit. I'll see if she wants to come over." Vinyl shot Lemon and Amon a covert glance, to which Lemon nodded emphatically. Amon just rolled his eyes, before waving as she left.

"See ya later Vinyl, sorry about all the crazy." Amon said, cracking a sickly grin.

"Later, man." Flash called as Lemon waved her off, beaming. However, Vinyl paused in the doorway, pinning Amon with an unsettling stare.

"Oh, the crazy hasn't even started, Amon..." She muttered ominously before walking out. Amon gulped.

"Shit, I need to call Rarity, Vinyl has like, zero poker face." Flash muttered as he pulled out his iPhone. Amon growled, but Lemon pulled him down onto the couch on top of her, snuggling into his side.

"Let him be sheisty, Amon. You have better things to worry about." Lemon muttered as she ran a hand up his side, tickling his ribs lightly.

"Hey, Rarity, it's about the bet. Yeah, I wanna change mine. Other. I don't know anything, I just have a feeling. No! No, you don't need to come over, I'm in seclusion, remember?" Flash stared at his phone for a second before looking up. "Umm, guys, I think Rarity's coming over."

"Like I didn't see that coming. Whatever, she'll probably faint when she sees us. That'll give us some time..." Amon's eyes suddenly widened.

"Shit! What time is it? Are we late for school?" Lemon and Flash both stared at Amon.

"Uh, it's Saturday, dude." Lemon said slowly, smirking as Amon’s expression showed only confusion.

"But, Coach said he was gonna keep me late at practice today..." Amon stated lamely.

"You really need to start reading your texts, Amon. Special weekend practices to get ready for the meet next week? Ring a bell? I'm not even on the team and I know that." Amon stared at Flash, absently running his hand up and down Lemon's hip as he pulled out his phone. Bold letters spelled out "special practice" as he scrolled up his unread texts.

"Oh, huh, how did I miss that?" Amon murmured, rubbing his head lightly.

"Because you're as dense as Osmium? Don't worry, I ascribe your incredible stamina to the hardiness of your base material, so I wouldn't change a thing." Amon stared at Lemon as she chuckled.

"That was hot." Flash muttered. Amon figured all the big words were feeding Flash’s fetish. 'Huh, is Lemon actually smart under all that ditz and sexy? Better and better.' Amon mused before focusing back on reality.

"Sooo, no school today, cool. What time is practice?"

"Read your fucking texts!" Amon winced at the dual assault on his eardrums as both Lemon and Flash shouted at him, checking his phone again.

"Okay, okay, Saturday and Sunday from three to six. Seven for me." Amon grumped at the extra time he had earned for his lackadaisical attitude yesterday.

"Hah, Amon got in twuuuuble." Lemon grinned at him, poking his pouty cheek with a finger.

"It's your fault, Lem. I couldn't focus on track because my mind was filled with thoughts of you." Amon delivered the line with a straight face, and Lemon colored slightly.

"No, seriously, he popped a boner in the shower thinking about you." Flash supplied. Lemon squeaked happily and buried her face in Amon's neck.

"I say you get to do the extra laps with me, since they're technically your fault." Flash looked at Amon askance.

"Um, isn't that like, really stupid, Amon? Aren't we trying to hide the fact that you and Lemon are dating?" Amon looked down at Lemon and kissed her cheek before turning back to Flash.

"Fuck that. Me and Lem decided we weren't going to let anybody drag us down with their attitude." Lemon nodded along with what Amon was saying.

"We're not gonna hide like we're doing something wrong." She said, smiling happily at Flash and slipping an arm around Amon’s back.

"Besides, between Vinyl and Rarity, no one's NOT gonna know by the time we go to practice." Amon mused out loud, getting a nod of agreement from Flash.

"Well, that's true. Speak of the devil, here she comes." Flash said as they all heard a car pull up in front of his house. He went to his window to check, and saw Rarity halfway to his door, her phone in her hands.

Flash dug his iPhone out of his pocket as it started vibrating. {I'm coming up} her text read. Flash walked around to the back of his couch and leaned against it.

"Don't say anything until I say to, this oughta be funny." Flash muttered as his door flew open, a red-faced Rarity panting in the doorway.

"Flash, what have you done! You've been trying to rig this wager in your favor from the very start, and I'm tired of it!" Rarity crossed her arms and glared daggers at Flash, who meekly smiled.

"Come on, Rares, I've only been trying to set my bro up. So I might have some money riding on the outcome, so what?" Rarity stalked forward, cracking her knuckles.

"You are using insider information as his friend to help your candidates out. I believe, in the gambling world, that constitutes a penalty of, oh, broken fingers?" Flash put his hands up, still smiling.

"Whoa, hold your horses there, Don Rarity. I have to wonder how a certain Berry Punch magically knew that Amon really likes Elliott Smith. He doesn't exactly wear that on his sleeve, eh?" Rarity pulled up short, coloring slightly as she turned away from Flash, waving a hand absently.

"Well, hmm, yes, who knows how these things are found out. Still, really, I can't just let you keep stretching the rules..." After a few seconds of thought, Rarity sighed. "Fine, you can switch your bet. But this is the last time, and you are going to tell me why you suddenly feel like some unknown girl is going to come along and sweep Amon off his feet."

Flash grins wickedly. "Well, because she already did. Several times, from what I understand." He held out his hand, gesturing at his couch. Getting an idea, Amon slipped his hands under Lemon's arms and quickly lifted her up over the back of the couch so Rarity could see her.

"The winnar!" Lemon squeaked in surprise as she was hoisted up, accompanied by Amon's best impression of a carny accent.

"What in heaven-?" Rarity exclaimed, her eyes widening as Amon sat up, grinning back at her.

"So, how big's the pot, Rares?" Flash stepped forward and caught Rarity as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. For lack of a fainting couch, Flash carried Rarity over to his recliner, setting her down gently.

"See, told you she'd faint."

"Oh, yes prophet Amon. Will your next vision tell us the sky is blue? Or water is wet?" Flash snarked as he straightened back up from settling Rarity into the recliner. Amon stuck his tongue out at Flash as Lemon stared at Rarity.

"That, is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Wow." She turned to Amon. "She's a total bitch, isn't she?" Amon pondered this for a few thoughtful seconds.

"Well, she can BE a total bitch, but that's not like, her factory setting or anything." Amon acceded, not wanting to throw Rarity under the bus.

"Hey, Rares is very nice. She can just be a little bit... Manipulative, sometimes." Flash noted. He looked at Amon with a sly grin before hiking a thumb in Lemon’s direction.

"Man, wait till she gets a load of Flutters, eh Amon?" Flash chuckled as he walked back to his beanbag. Amon blanched instantly and turned to Lemon.

"Don't leave me for Fluttershy, I've only had you for a day." Lemon laughed hard at Amon’s expression.

"Whoa, there is no way, dude. I've been chasing you for a long time. I'm no catch and release girl. Stuffed. Mounted. Hung like a horse." Amon still looked worried.

"That's what you say now..." Lemon silenced him with a kiss, determined to prove to him how deep her affections went.

"He's not that big..." Flash muttered petulantly as the action on the couch became more heated . Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Flash got up and wandered over to his bed, flopping down on it. He glanced over to the unconscious Rarity. "No bet to see who old Flash ends up with, is there, Rares?" He curled up with his back turned to the rest of his room, plugging his headphones into his stereo and starting a track.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_UR61itZxo

Amon and Lemon were lost in their own steamy world, casually exploring each other. Amon was taking his time. He felt like everything he'd done with Lemon had kind of been under the gun. Now now now.

"I still can't believe it's only been a day since I really met you, Lem." She murmured in agreement as she brushed her fingers over his chest.

"We seem to have made up for lost time pretty well." Lemon whispered into Amon's ear. She chuckled as he cupped a breast lightly, his fingers trailing over her nipple through the cloth.

"I need to borrow some clothes from somebody, these take way too long to take off." Lemon noted as she casually stripped off her blazer and skirt without another word.

"Hey, Lemon, come on. Octy and Vinyl could be here any minute, Rarity is passed out in a chair over there, and Flash is on his bed. Is this really the best time?" Lemon looked Amon in the eye.

"You should know by now that I really don't care, Amon. We don't have to fuck, but I like feeling you against me. It's gonna be a while before I let you get out of arm's reach. Get used to it." Lemon finished speaking as she stripped off her blouse, naked again. Amon pulled her back down into his arms, sighing along with her as he felt her warm skin against his.

"Yeah, this is nice." Lemon murmured in agreement as she kissed his chest lightly, her hand sliding down to his still open pants.

"Lemon, are we gonna fool around again?" She looked up at him, a seductive expression on her face as she licked her lips.

"What do you think, Amon?" He sighed, reaching down and gathering her clothes and the blanket from the foot of the couch.

"Wrap up, we're going to the guest bedroom. You might be fine with it, but I don't want Rares to watch me fuck. She'd probably have a heart attack." Amon gingerly zipped his pants up, sitting up and getting off the couch. He walked over to Flash's bed and shook him lightly on the shoulder.

"Sup, man?" Flash enquired, slipping off his headphones.

"We're gonna go to the guest bedroom. Let us know if Rares wakes up or anyone else shows up, will ya?" Flash nodded, taking in the sight of Lemon standing behind Amon, her clothes in a bundle in her arms and the blanket draped around her shoulders.
"Knock?"

"You got it, man. Have fun." Flash gave Amon a slightly lecherous grin. Amon casually flipped him off as he walked out of his room, leading Lemon down the hall. He opened the door and him and Lemon entered the room.

"Jesus, Flash..."