What are you listening to?

Amon looked around the room. It was nicely furnished, with an en-suite bathroom, but his eyes were immediately drawn to the bed.

"Hah, Flash really likes that nerdy type." Lemon commented with a chuckle. The bed sheets were twisted up at the end, pillows piled up against the headboard, and several issues of 'Nrrd Grrlz' were scattered over the bed, mostly open to centerfolds.

Amon walked over, glancing between his hands and the magazines. 'Squick, dude.' Lemon looked at Amon before walking over to the bed and gathering them up without a second glance.

"Lemon, eww, he was probably touching those while..." She turned back to Amon with an exasperated expression before she laid the magazines on the bedside table in a neat stack.

"Amon, I offered to have a threesome with him, do you really think I care if I touch his dirty magazines?" Amon pondered this for a moment.

"Well, that's true, I guess." Lemon dropped her clothes and the blanket unceremoniously on the floor and clambered up onto the bed, shaking her ass a little bit as she did so.

"Get those pants off and get over here, Amon." Kicking the door shut lightly, Amon grinned at Lemon before pulling his pants down.

"As you command, mistress." Amon jokingly bowed to Lemon, who flushed prettily, then slid onto the bed. Lemon immediately slipped a hand into his crotch, rubbing his shaft with a rapt expression on her face. Amon hissed lightly as her fingers brushed against his abused balls, but responded, his dick hardening to readiness.

"Poor little guys. We're gonna have to pay Vinyl back for that, Amon. I'm thinking anal beads." Lemon chuckled evilly as Amon slid a hand behind her to massage her ass.

"That's not nice, Lem. It was an accident." Lemon nodded jerkily as Amon's hand slipped lower.

"This'll be an accident, too. 'Woops! Pop. Pop. Pop.'" Amon blinked at Lemon’s lascivious grin. 'Man, this girl...' Amon thought to himself as his hand passed over her pucker, traveling past it to gently rub Lemon's already wet lips.

"Mnnnn, yeah, I love that..." Lemon choked out as her fingers played up and down Amon's cock. He sighed in pleasure, contenting himself with exploring Lemon's body with one hand while his other one gently rolled her lips, nudging her clit occasionally.

Lemon had other plans of course, and she leaned down, her tongue gliding down one side of his shaft and up the other before popping his head into her mouth. Amon gasped, her hot mouth causing his dick to jerk.

"Hey, I think it's my turn, yeah?" Amon turned himself around, laying down with his head in front of Lemon's slick entrance. She shuddered with anticipation, lowering her mouth down Amon's shaft, her tongue swirling around the head until it slid past into her throat. She hummed giddily as Amon's lips met hers, his tongue snaking out to lap the length of her slit.

"Mmm, you taste good, Lem..." Amon muttered as he licked his lips before sucking Lemon's bud into his mouth, his tongue alternately swirling around it and mashing into it. Her hips bucked, her humming growing frantic as she moved her mouth up and down Amon's shaft.

She tried to take more of Amon down her throat, but the results were much the same as with with her last attempt. With a 'Gluck!' she backed all the way off again, coughing and gasping lightly.

Amon leaned up a bit, his tongue darting out and plunging into Lemon's passage. He rolled his tongue around her entrance, the combination of salty, musky flavors intoxicating. Not wanting to feel outdone, Lemon dove back onto Amon's rod to smother her own cries as he edged her toward orgasm.

There was no subtlety now, Lemon simply bobbing her head as fast as she could. 'I wanna go first, dammit.' Lemon thought to herself, but she knew it was futile as Amon switched back to licking her clit, a hand giving her ass a squeeze before moving across the taut flesh to slide a finger into her spasming pussy.

"Ungggh!" Lemon's muffled cry echoed out as she slid as far down Amon's shaft as she could, choking herself as her orgasm hit. Amon continued to swirl his tongue around Lemon's clit as her legs closed around his head, her thighs trapping his hand as well.

Her legs squeezed his head in rhythm with the finger stroking her walls.

Eventually, Lemon backed off Amon's shaft, gasping for air. Her legs relaxed, but Amon continued licking her slit, adding another finger inside her as his tongue worked on her bud.

Lemon panted for a few moments, collecting herself from her orgasm before sliding Amon's shaft back into her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down the top of his dick. Trying to collect herself, anyway, as his unrelenting assault on her nethers was still stirring the depths of an ocean of pleasure inside her, waves crashing against the edges of her consciousness. One of her hands reached down to circle the base of Amon's cock again, using her abundant saliva as lubricant to frig it rapidly.

Her other hand reached down to grab one of Amon's nipples between her fingers and pinch it.

"Gah!" Amon gasped into Lemon's pussy, his breath heavy as Lemon performed her double assault on his dick. Suddenly, he grinned as a thought came to him from their earlier conversation.

Sliding his middle finger into her pussy, Amon liberally coated it with her juices before switching his thumb in. He sucked Lemon's bud back into his mouth, and then slid his middle finger slowly but firmly into her anus.

Lemon's eyes popped wide at the intrusion, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth and her eyes rolling back as Amon started pistoning his thumb into her snatch and his middle finger into her asshole.

Her body rocked by another shattering orgasm, Lemon lost her rhythm on Amon's cock, gargling on it as her saliva built up and she forgot to swallow. Amon was edging closer to his own release, but he didn't want to blow his load in Lemon's mouth. He backed his head out from between Lemon's thighs.

"I wanna be inside you, Lem." Lemon backed off his dick with a slurp, eyes half groggy and all accusing as she stared at it.

"Fine, thish dick doeshn't sheem to like my mouth." Lemon said, slurring a bit on the excess saliva still in her mouth.

"Oh, It likes it fine, it just knows it's more worthwhile somewhere else." Lemon giggled giddily at his words, not unhappy in the least. Amon scooted back, laying down on his back and motioning for Lemon to come get him with a sly smile. She did so slowly, exaggerating her sensual climb up his body.

Lemon splayed her legs, sliding up Amon with her inner thighs, the sweat from each of their exertions and the juices running down them making it a slippery slide up until her pussy bumped against his cock. She scooted forward, her hand sliding down to press Amon's dick into her from the front, her hips thrusting forward to grind him into her from the back.

Amon groaned as Lemon rode forward further, his dick sliding under her and splitting her lips. She rocked her hips back and forth, her pussy lips sliding up and down the underside of Amon's shaft.

"Does it feel good, Amon?" Lemon whispered throatily, biting her lip as his cock slithered up and down her clit. Amon could feel the little bump digging into his shaft with every thrust of Lemon's hips.

"Oh my god, it feels incredible Lem. I'm gonna shoot, unnngh..." Lemon was almost shocked out of her own pleasure by Amon's unusually intense words.

"You must really like this, Amon, you're always so stoic." Lemon clapped her hands giddily, finally finding a chink in Amon's armor. She shivered though as he lifted a hand and placed it against her flat stomach.

"Lemme in, Lem. I wanna be in here..." Lemon focuses back on Amon immediately, scooting further forward and reaching behind herself to find his dick. She leaned forward, lined him up with her passage and slid back onto him.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Amon grunted loudly, surprising Lemon. 'He's really into it this time...' She wriggled her hips slightly, working down Amon's shaft the rest of the way and straightening up. She reached down, grabbing one of Amon's hands and putting it back on her stomach.

"Can you feel it inside me, Amon? You're filling me to the brim." Lemon rocked her hips lightly, stirring herself on his shaft.

Lemon clutched a hand to her tit as Amon started bucking his hips, her rocking motion exaggerating his small thrusts. She grunted as he plunged into her. Amon put the hand not pressed to Lemon's stomach on her hip, pushing down lightly as he thrust up, spearing her. Lemon's eyes widened as she felt him slam into her, practically knocking the breath out of her. The raw sensation was enough to send her plunging back into the turbulent waters inside her like a cannonball.

"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!" Lemon cried out, her hand letting go of Amon's as she brought it down between her legs and started rubbing her clit furiously. Amon felt a new rush of heat and moisture engulf his shaft, grinning wildly as the evidence of Lemon'd enjoyment lubricated him further. He placed his hand on her other hip, jamming her down on himself as he rocked his own, micro-thrusting into her as her walls contracted against him.

"Fuuuughh..." Amon groaned out as he pushed himself over the edge, his dick swelling and jerking, spraying his load up inside Lemon. He felt like he was emptying his very soul into this girl, his eyes forced closed by the intense sensations as his back arched and his hips picked up off the mattress, actually lifting Lemon in the process

She squeezed her nipple as she felt Amon's hot cum coat her insides, his orgasm pumping far more into her than it had the last time. Lemon fell forward onto Amon's chest, his dick popping out of her, the last few streams hitting her in the back as his dick settled between her ass cheeks, still twitching lightly.

"Fu-fuck, that was intense, dude. You had a lot of fun that time, huh?" Lemon said, giggling happily as Amon wrapped his arms around her tiredly.

"Shit yeah. I think that was the best fuck I ever had. You're incredible, Lem." He grinned weakly up at her before nuzzling into the crook of her neck, nipping the tender flesh there.

"You're not so bad yourself, Amon." Lemon chuckled as she reached back, her hand wrapping around Amon's shaft again and jerking it lightly, coating her fingers in their shared juices. Her hand stilled however as she felt his cock jerk against her fingers, slowly stiffening again.

She looked back over her shoulder, then back to Amon's face, her eyes wide and incredulous. Amon just looked at Lemon with a sheepish grin on his face, shrugging.

* * *

"Ohhh, dammit, I'm cumming!"

Rarity sat bolt upright in the recliner. 'Oh, dear, I feinted.' She thought inanely to herself. She looked around the room, not seeing Amon or the green haired girl anywhere, but saw Flash curled up on his bed. He had his headphones on and back turned to her.

Suddenly, a loud groan echoed through the house.

Flash felt a hand grip his shoulder as his headphones were pulled none too gently off his head. He turned to see a furious, and furiously blushing, Rarity staring at him.

Rarity tapped a finger against her ear, then twirled it in the air next to her head, and Flash realized he could hear a rhythmic pounding coming from somewhere in the house. 'Like I need to guess where it's coming from,' Flash thought.

"Explain!" Rarity practically snarled in his face, her blush heightening as the pounding picked up in pace.

"Well, when a boy and a girl like each other very much, they give each other a special hug to show how much they mean to each other-" Rarity cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"Dammit, Flash, don't be so juvenile. Who is that girl and why is Amon using her to break your furniture?"

"Ha, good one. That's Lemon Zest, Amon's girlfriend of these past, uh, eighteen hours or so?" Flash flicked a hand to his stereo, turning off the music as he divested Rarity of his headphones and set them on top of it.

"But, how? Amon hasn't shown the slightest interest in any of the girls we've tried to set him up with." Rarity winced as a particularly loud thump echoed through the house, and her blush kicked up a notch at the high shriek that followed it. Flash felt his own cheeks start to heat up, but he looked at Rarity anyway.

"Do you want my theory?"

"Please." Rarity muttered, her eyes down and to the side as she pulled absently on her shirt collar. Flash chuckled at her discomfort.

"Well, Amon is really good at making friends, right? He's a people pleaser, through and through." Rarity looked at Flash, a dour expression on her face.

"Are you trying to say Amon friendzoned the whole school? That's crazy, girls do that to boys." Flash shook a finger at Rarity.

"Uh uh uh, that's something people do to people. Amon was so worried about making friends when he first got here, he stopped seeing the girls from Ponyville as girls, and only saw them as friends." Flash nodded slowly to himself as he laid out his personal theory.

"Well, that's all fine and good, but that still doesn't explain how this Lemon girl captured his interest." Flash grinned in a way one could only call malicious.

"Simple, she's not from Ponyville High." Rarity tilted her head, giving Flash a questioning look.

"Well that doesn't make any sense, where in blazes did she come from, then?" Flash stared at her, watching the gears turn.

"Oh, no, the scandal! The infamy!" Rarity suddenly cried out, her head thrown back and the back of her hand pressed to her forehead. Flash grinned at her again.

"Yup."

"Oh, I do hope this doesn't cause problems for them. That whole school rivalry thing is dreadfully gauche." Flash nodded, his thoughts running along the same lines.

"Yeah, I doubt they'll have any real problems from the Ponyville side, but it sounds like some girl is stirring up trouble for them over at Crystal." Rarity looked a bit put out before wincing at a loud groan coming from elsewhere in the house.

"He really is being quite, enthusiastic, isn't he? But that won't do, we simply must get this Crystal Prep girl off their backs, as it were." Flash rubs his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, I've got them shacked up here until my parents get back from London, and I doubt anything's going to happen to Lemon while she's actually at school." Rarity sighed as the thudding finally stopped before catching Flash's eye again.

"Well, that's fine, but it's not exactly attacking the problem at it's source, is it? Oh, come on!" Rarity exclaimed as the thumping resumed.

"Position change..." Flash muttered, earning him a very unladylike whap on the head from Rarity.

"R-really though," Rarity stammered, her blush back in full force, "We must get to the bottom of this. I mean, plunge the depths of this mystery! D-dammit!" Flash flopped back on his bed, clutching his stomach as he burst into raucous laughter. Rarity fumed at him, her arms wrapped around herself.

"Y-yeah, Rarity, we need to get to the root of the problem. Really work it until the solution comes to us! HAH!" Rarity sank to the floor in a puddle of embarrassment as Flash continued to laugh, unable to stop himself.

* * *

Octavia followed Vinyl into Flash's house.

"So, let me get this straight. Amon, our Amon, wants to have a foursome with us and his new girlfriend." Vinyl paused on the stairs, glancing back at her.

"Well, I mean, he seemed okay with it. It was mostly Lemon's idea." Vinyl gave Octavia a sheepish grin before continuing up.

"Who is this Lemon tart, anyway? I've never heard of her." Vinyl continued down the hallway, noting the sound of a shower running as she passed the guest room.

"Lemon Zest, not tart. I dunno, I just met her today." Vinyl said evasively as she strolled into Flash's room, not bothering to knock.

"Here comes the party!" She exclaimed. Flash looked up from his recliner, a book in his hands. He gave a small wave before going back to reading. Vinyl huffed, her entrance ignored. She looked to the side and noted Rarity on Flash's bed, curled up with his headphones on.

"Where are Amon and this, Lemon girl?" Octavia asked as Vinyl went over to Flash's bed to investigate.

"Showering. They just finished a few minutes ago." Flash replies, not looking up.

"Finished?" Octavia questioned as Vinyl poked Rarity, causing her to jerk before she pulled down the headphones and turned toward the room. Flash put down his book, forming a circle with one hand and sticking a finger back and forth through it.

"Is it over?" Rarity asks tremulously.

"Yeah, sounds like they're done." Flash responded. Octavia gaped at him as Vinyl leans in to get a closer look at Rarity.

"Dude, are you okay?" Rarity pulled the surprised Vinyl into a crushing hug.

"It was so loud, and they just, they just didn't stop. I can still hear the moans..." Rarity hiccuped. "It was the. Worst. Possible. Thing." Vinyl decided to keep her mouth shut as she felt Rarity's hard nipples poke her in the chest. 'Definitely keeping that smell to myself, too.'

Flash just rolled his eyes at Rarity before turning to Octavia, who still hadn't said anything.

"Yes, it's true, our little Amon is all grown up and got over his fear of cooties and everything." Flash leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "And the world trembles."

Vinyl snickered. "Well, I can think of a few things that might tremble."

"You're all serious. Amon has a girlfriend. And they have sex." Octavia looked down, trying to wrap her head around this.

"For hours." Flash replied.

"It's just, not possible." Rarity muttered, shivering. She crushed Vinyl to her, drawing out a squawk of protest from the DJ.

"Fine, it was like, an hour and fifteen minutes, but still. Marathon man, I'm seriously jealous." Octavia struggled to assimilate this information. Her mental picture of Amon, that of a sweet younger brother, was crumbling. The disparity between her view of him and this new mental picture of a strong, virile man was... Troubling.

"I'm finding it hard to believe, honestly." Octavia muttered.

"Believe it!" Vinyl exclaimed, extricating herself from Rarity with some difficulty and rushing over to Octavia. She grabbed onto the larger girl, her mouth in Octavia's ear. "She couldn't afford all the orgasms, Octy. She had a lot of money." Vinyl whispered fiercely. Octavia regarded Vinyl incredulously.

"What-!"

"Inside joke. Amon is a gigolo, hardy har har." Flash interjected. Rarity patted her pockets, looking for her wallet before realizing what she was doing. She shoved her hands over her mouth and let out a muffled scream. Flash watched her mental breakdown with relish.

"Okay, get over it girls. It had to happen sometime. Speak of the devil..." Flash watched as Amon walked into the room, still shirtless and toweling his hair dry. He paused in the doorway.

"Oh, hi Octy, Vinyl. Seems you're awake, too, Rarity. How's it... Going..." Amon trailed off at the expressions he was receiving. Octavia looked troubled. Vinyl was grinning in a way that Amon found disturbing. Rarity was biting her lip. 'The fuck?'

Amon took a step back in apprehension.

"Keep it in your pants, ladies." Flash said mildly.

Amon watched, bewildered, as all the girls threw the nearest thing they could reach at Flash. He took a pillow to the face from Rarity and Octavia then ducked, eyes wide, as Vinyl's platform boot flew over his head and impacted the wall with a thud.

"Jesus, Vinyl!" Flash yelled while she hopped in place.

"What?"

"Learn to appropriate response, you maniac." Flash muttered as Amon walked all the way into the room, throwing the towel he was using into the clothes hamper. He was pretty sure it was the only thing in there.

"Where's Lemon?" Flash asked as Vinyl hopped over, retrieving her boot.

"Umm, resting...?" Flash laughed at his obvious evasion.

Vinyl fell over.

"I'm sure, man. She gonna be with us today?" Flash asked in a taunting tone, to which Amon blushed. Octavia walked over to Vinyl, giving her a look as she lifted her off the floor, letting her re-boot herself. Flash pushed himself off his recliner, walking over to his bed and pulling a mildly protesting Rarity up.

"Come on, let's sit on the couch. In fact, everybody take a seat. All this looming is bugging me." He lead Rarity around his couch, plopping her down on it and sitting beside her. Vinyl shrugged, pulling Octavia over, and they took up the last two spaces.

Amon walked over slowly before flopping down into a beanbag with a soft grunt. Rarity twitched and Flash took her hand, patting it solicitously.

"So... Good weekend so far, everybody?" Amon ventured.

"I suppose, other than my paramour filling my head with lies, as usual." Octavia replied, Flash and Rarity merely exchanging a look while Rarity's face colored slightly.

"Hey, back me up here, Amon, I'm shootin' straight!" Amon squirmed slightly at Vinyl's protest before looking at Octavia, a complicated expression on his face.

"Well, you see, the thing is.." Amon sighed, looking Octavia in the eye. "I can't say no to her, so, yeah, I guess the offer's still on the table." Octavia stiffened slightly, her expression unreadable. She eventually looked down, seeming lost in thought. Octavia's hand absently rubbed the couch next to her with one hand, her other making the same movements on Vinyl's thigh.

"Aww yeah! Thundercats are go!" Vinyl crowed as Flash and Rarity exchanged a bewildered look.

"We'll discuss this when all parties are present, Vinyl." Octavia rumbled. Her eyes flicked back to Amon's before a confused look crossed her face. "Flash, why is your couch sticky?"

"Vinyl spilled cereal on it!" Amon instantly threw Vinyl straight under the bus, a ready excuse available that might actually be true. His eye twitched, his face rigid as all eyes turned to Vinyl.

"Dammit Vinyl, I told you not to eat on my couch. Everybody up, we'll flip the cushions." They all did so with a grumble, Octavia giving Vinyl a look that promised later consequences.

Amon's eyes widened slightly as they all turned around, bending over to flip the cushions. Flash looked over his shoulder and tossed Amon a wink, and he was pretty sure it wasn't his imagination that the girls were bending over much farther than necessary.

In Vinyl's case it wasn’t even a question, as she gave her ass a little shake before turning back around to sit down. Amon gulped.

"So, yeah, not much to say until Lemon gets out here..." Flash muttered, absently retrieving Rarity's hand and patting it again. She didn’t protest, just staring at her lap, her face still crimson. Giving her head a little shake, she looked up at Amon, giving him a weak smile.

"I think I need to go. I'll have to take a rain check on meeting your lov- umm, friend, Amon." Rarity placed her hand on top of Flash's, giving it a squeeze accompanied by a thankful expression before she placed it in his lap. "Please, express my regrets, but I simply must take care of something. Keep me in the loop, Flash, will you darling?" Receiving a cautious nod from him, Rarity stood up, brushing her skirts down briskly and walking over to Flash's bed to grab her purse.

"Later, Rares!" Vinyl called out as Rarity rushed out the door to Flash's room. She was echoed by the rest of the group. Vinyl turned to Octavia after Rarity was out of eyesight. "She's totally going home to shlick." Octavia pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a weary sigh.

"Perhaps, but must you point it out so brazenly?" Vinyl just grinned at her.

"Umm, this IS me we're talking about. Brazen is like, my middle name." She stuck her tongue out.

* * *

Rarity rushed out the door, closing it behind her. She slowed down, her steps quiet as she came up to the door to the guest room. It was slightly ajar. 'Well, one little peek couldn't hurt before I go...' Rarity mused. Quickly but quietly Rarity snuck up to the door, looking through the crack to the room beyond.

She saw Lemon straightening up, pulling her skirt up her legs. Rarity almost gasped. The fact that Lemon still wasn't wearing panties was titillating enough, but Rarity could see a clear handprint on her left ass cheek. She couldn’t help but stare at Lemon as she pulled her skirt the rest of the way up and fastened it with a hiss.

"I swear, I'm gonna be walking around bowlegged by the time the week's over." Lemon muttered, seemingly to herself. Rarity staggered back from the door, her hand creeping up to her breast and pinching the nipple as she bit her lip.

Her hand dove into her purse, reassuring her as it closed around a familiar cylinder. Looking up and down the hallway, Rarity rummaged further into her purse, eventually pulling out an egg shaped plastic device. She turned and made her way unsteadily down the hallway, twisting the top and bottom halves of the egg in opposite directions.

It came to life in her hands, letting off a soft buzz as it vibrated against her palm. As she walked down the stairs, she reached down and pulled her panties aside, rubbing the egg against her already wet entrance.

Rarity stopped at the door, leaned one hand against it and pushed, inserting the egg inside herself with a gasp and purr. She pulled her panties back, hoping they would be enough to keep her little friend inside as she drove.

'I hope I can actually drive like this.' Rarity thought to herself as she staggered out the front door, making for her car.

* * *

Flash watched out his window as Rarity pulled away from the curb, weaving slightly before straightening out and speeding off. He shook his head, chuckling. 'Hope she makes it.' Amon shifted in his beanbag uncomfortably.

"Well, that's a side of Rares I never expected to see." Flash shrugged in response, walking back over to the couch and sitting down.

"She was in the pool back when it started, but she pulled out when the field got too big, and took it over." Amon looked at Flash, a sickly grimace on his face.

"Never tell me who was in the pool, Flash. I really don't want to know." Amon said, yet again struck with the uncomfortable knowledge that he’d been the object of this strange wager. Not for the first time, he wondered how many people in that pool had been legitimately interested in him, and how many had just seen him as a challenge. Apparently missing the inner turmoil roiling in front of him, Flash just grinned.

"I make no promises. It's too easy to throw you off by mentioning something like..." He turned to Vinyl, grinning. "Maybe a certain DJ we both know threw her name in, before her girlfriend found out and made her life hell for a week." Amon stared at Flash. He looked at Vinyl, who was grinning unabashedly, but his heart ached at the expression he caught on Octavia's face.

"See, that seems funny to you, but to me it sounds like I fucked up two friends of mine's relationship." Flash opened his mouth to comment, but eventually closed it, a thoughtful look on his face.

"No way, dude. You don't get the rap for that one, that was my fuck-up." Vinyl stated before she turned to Octavia. "We worked that shit out, and I'm trying to not be that stupid again." Octavia reached out to stroke Vinyl's cheek softly.

"My stupid little DJ..." She murmured, smiling softly. Vinyl caught up her hand and kissed the palm, grinning as she pulled her shades down her nose and looked over them.

"My Tave dot Wave..." She returned silkily. Amon looked at Flash intensely, as if to say 'see what I almost fucked up without even realizing it?' Flash nodded. He got it.

"So, mushy stuff aside, we've still got a couple hours before Amon has to go to practice. What are we doing?" Octavia looked from Amon to Vinyl, color slowly rising in her cheeks as her mind settled on a subject she was less than comfortable with.

"We still have to have a private little chat, this Lemon and Amon, Vinyl and I." Flash just rolled his eyes, but Vinyl seemed a bit put out. She slid down the couch, sidling up next to him and throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"Aww, come on, don't exclude Flash, here. I'm sure we could..."

"NO." Amon and Octavia both said at the same time, cheeks lighting up as they looked at each other sheepishly. Amon turned a face halfway between embarrassed and apologetic to Flash. "Sorry, man, this is just-" Flash waved a hand, cutting Amon off.

"No problem, you guys need to work some stuff out, I get it. You're as good friends with Vinyl and Octy as you are with me." Flash watched as Lemon finally appeared in the doorway, waving at her and catching all of their attention. "I mean, if you guys are gonna get rocky because Lemon goes to Crystal Prep, you should hammer that shit out soonest."

Flash narrowed his eyes in confusion as both Amon and Vinyl made frantic cut-off gestures. "What?"

Amon felt as if the room has been dropped into the Ocean. He could feel the atmosphere thicken palpably as Lemon gingerly walked around the couch and lowered herself into his lap.

"You..." Octavia muttered, staring at Lemon.

"Hi again, Octavia. Hope we can get off to a better start than last time. I'm Lemon Zest." Amon wasn't sure what to do as Octavia stared at Lemon levelly. He'd seen her blow up on Vinyl before, and it usually started just like this. ‘The calm before the storm…’ Amon thought with a shudder.

"Come on, Octy, you can't really be judging Lemon just by the fact that she goes to a certain school." Flash interjected tentatively. Octavia cast a glance at Flash and quirked a smile.

"Of course not. I went to it, myself, after all."

Silence descended.