"Aren't you hot in jeans?" she asks.
"I hope so." He turns to show off his ass. "Tell me I look good."
She motionsso-so.
"Brutal," I say.
"You can deny it if you want, but I know you see it," Dare says.
"Your motorcycle jacket?" she asks.
"No. That's Tricky's thing," he says. "He's the brooding one. Well, when your boyfriend isn't here. Or maybe when he is. Love and all that."
"Yes, love and all that is how I think of my relationship." Luna laughs. "How do either of you get laid? You have no charm."
"Charm has nothing to do with it." Dare flexes a bicep.
"That tracks," she says.
"Ah, you don't mean that." Dare smiles.
"Really, I do. The personality… not good," she says.
"That's why he only sticks around for a night. It's not long enough for someone to get to know his personality," I say.
Dare nodsit's true.
She laughs. "You two are just like Ollie and Holden. Well…" Like they were, before the wholeI'm screwing your sisterthing put a wedge between them.
"Only more beautiful." Dare avoids the messy stuff, the same way I do.
Everyone in my life avoids the messy shit. Everyone except my secret online exhibitionist.
"Exactly what I was thinking," Luna says.
"Is this guy giving you trouble?" Dare motions to me.
"I'm used to it," she says.
"What is up with him?" Dare asks.
"Isn't he your best friend?" she asks.
Dare motionssorta. "He's all right."
"Too good-looking, huh?" I try to jump into the banter, but I don't deliver the enthusiasm. "Ruining your game."
"You are a shit wingman, yeah," Dare says. "But it's not looks. Come on." He motions to his face. Turns to Luna for backup. "Be honest. I'm better looking than Tricky."
"You're both so annoying, it's really hard to not bring that into the rating," she says.
"Who's more annoying?" Dare asks.
"That's like comparing bad coffee with… equally bad coffee," she says.
"Not your best metaphor," he says.
"No." She laughs. "It's not."