“Patrick likes to be spooned sometimes,” Lexie whispered. Which had all of them cracking up at the visual. Lexie’s ass was going to be sooooo sore when Patrick found out she’d spilled that little tidbit. Didn’t exactly go with his hardass demeanor.

Which reminded Olivia, she’d better warn Luke about what would happen to his ass if he ever spilled about her occasionally liking to be the little spoon. He didn’t know yet… but he would. If things worked out.

“I think we should make a posse,” Sharon said out of nowhere, leaning back against the couch she was sitting in front of. Across from her, cuddled into one of the armchairs, Maria raised her eyebrows.

“Aren’t we already kind of a posse?” Maria asked. She’d been pretty quiet, maybe even a little withdrawn up until now, which they were all chalking up to her not feeling well.

“No, but like, a protective posse. Or a… investi- invest- a detective posse. We can find this douche stalking Olivia and give him a beat down!” Sharon made the motion of slamming her fist into her palm, but since her palm was holding her cup it kind of lacked the intensity she was probably going for—although she did manage to slosh some of her drink on herself. “Oops.”

“I don’t need a posse,” Olivia said, sighing. “Whoever it is, they’ve only done two actual things and neither of them were actually all that damaging.”

“Ah-ah-ah, no,” Angel said waving her finger at her. “Just because other people have had worse happen to them, does not make your situation not bad. This shit-gibbon is escalating.”

“Shit-gibbon?” Jessica looked at Angel and then almost everyone’s head swiveled towards Hilary, who held up her hands to show her innocence.

“I didn’t teach her that one!” Hilary had a tendency to use outdated words and phrases.

“Michael got her a Shakespearian insult generator book for Christmas and gave it to her early,” Ellie confessed with a sigh. She’d been the only one who hadn’t looked at Hilary to blame. She shot Angel a look. “There have to be better ones in there.”

“I like shit-gibbon. It’s fun to say.”

Olivia didn’t think she’d ever be relieved to have an entire conversation go down the rabbit hole over the phrase ‘shit-gibbon.’ She didn’t want to think about her stalker, as Sharon called him. Not right now anyway. Tonight was supposed to be about getting away from all of life’s troubles.

She’d much rather talk about proper insults any day.

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