Joel folds his arms. He looks at me with mock indignation. "Oh, you can have a threesome with Ethan but hearing about me being loud is too much?"
Ethan shrugs. "Look at me, look at you."
"You two didn't makeout or shit. It's not like that mattered," Joel says.
"Why were you watching?" Ethan shoots Joel a playfully accusatory look.
"It was in front of my face." Joel cocks a brow. When nobody responds, he adds detail. "That night in Toronto. That hot Canadian chick with the glasses."
Ethan laughs. "We were in another room. If you saw anything it was because you wanted to see it."
"Like it only happened once." Joel shakes his head with mock disgust. He turns to the dressing room. "A hundred bucks to whoever pulls that open."
"If you're so sure getting caught will get them off, you open it," Mal says.
Joel says nothing.
Mal raises a brow I thought so.
"Okay, you want to bet what they're doing?" Joel asks.
"We all know what they're doing," Ethan says.
"But specifically," Joel says.
Ethan laughs. "Okay, a hundred bucks says he's eating her out."
"Peg him as the generous type?" Joel cocks a brow.
"A smart man knows where he belongs," Ethan says.
Mal and Joel shoot him uh-huh looks. Ethan makes a point of bragging about how generous he is with his one-night stands, but we all know he's thinking about his ex, Violet. It's been almost two years since the two of them broke up.
It's still hard to believe. They were the couple everyone envied.
/> We caught them in a lot of compromising positions. Half the time, his face was buried between her legs.
Ethan looks to Joel. "You taking the bet or not?"
"Who's pulling the door open?" Joel asks.
Ethan nods to Jim pacing in front of the door.
Joel offers his hand to shake.
It's on.
We all watch as Jim works up the courage to knock on the door. Then he's doing it.
Then he's pulling the door open.
I can't see anything from here, but I can hear a woman's groans. They're loud enough to echo through the hallway.
There's no sound of walls shaking or flesh pounding flesh.
A moment later, Pete is at the door, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
He's beaming with pride.