Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

“Because I’m awesome, obviously.”
“Hmm. The jury’s still out.”
“Look, why don’t you just be a good neighbor and go over
and introduce yourself? Then invite him over for a tour of your
house. Specifically your bedroom, where the three of us will
explore our sexual fantasies while covered in Astroglide and
listening to Lenny Kravitz sing ‘Let Love Rule.’”
“Oh, you’re going bi for me now?”
“Not for you, nitwit. For him.”
“I’m going to need a lot more wine before I start
entertaining the idea of a threesome.”
“Well, think about it. And if everything works out, we
could make it long-term and be a throuple.”
“What the hell is a throuple?”
“Same thing as a couple, but with three people instead of
two.”
I stare at her. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
Sloane smiles, scooping guac onto a chip. “I am, but that
look on your face is almost as priceless as Diane’s.”
The waiter returns with menus and more Chardonnay. An
hour later, we’ve demolished two shrimp enchilada platters
and as many bottles of wine.
Sloane burps discreetly behind her hand. “I think we
should cab it home, babe. I’m too buzzed to drive.”
“I agree.”
“By the way, I’m spending the night.”
“You weren’t invited.”
“I’m not letting you wake up alone tomorrow.”
“I won’t be alone. Mojo will be with me.”
She motions to the waiter for our check. “Unless you leave
with your hot new neighbor, you’re stuck with me, sis.”