Q’s jaw unclenched. Then she laughed—a real, guttural sound that made the table of influencers next to them glance over. “Okay,” she said. “Okay. So we’re both monsters.”
The invite arrived via a cryptic text from Q: “VideoRED 2024. Date night. Wear something that stains well. Public tea at 9. Don’t ask.” XVideosRED 2024 Shrooms Q Date Night Public Tea
They didn’t leave until the carpet was rolled up and the livestream cut to a screensaver of pulsating red squares. Outside, the city was quiet. The public tea was over. The real one was just beginning. Q’s jaw unclenched
“Which brother?” he asked, curious.
“Just a microdose. You?”
“The boring one. It was terrible. I regretted it before my lips left his.” Q’s voice was tender, not cruel. “I’m telling you because the shrooms said honesty is the only entertainment left.” “Okay