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“What was that?” Widowmaker demanded when a loud bang rang out upstairs.
“Go check it out,” Inglorious ordered, and Widowmaker scowled.
“The caterers are here,” Grim replied, sticking his head in.
“Take them through to the kitchen,” I replied, and Grim nodded.
“Let’s make it through tonight, and then we’ll organise in the morning,” Inglorious stated, and I snorted. How did you sort out a haunting?
Twitch
What the hell was wrong with my brothers? I got out of the shower and began drying myself off. It had been chaos ever since I’d arrived. There were no boundaries anywhere. I liked that, but sometimes they were a bit too open.
“Hello,” a voice said as I pulled the towel off my lower waist. I jumped, turned around with a yell, and noticed the faint outline of a woman. “What would you like?”
The towel fell to the floor as I gaped in shock and horror.
“Fuck me!” I roared.
The spirit giggled and moved slightly. “That’s what I’m here for!”
I shrieked, not caring who heard me, as the spirit came into sharper focus. My door flew open, and Widowmaker stormed in. He paused as he saw me gazing at a female ghost, and his eyes widened.
“Two is double!” she said, and Widowmaker laughed as I shook my head.
“Only you would get a whore!”
“Get her out!” I ground out as more of my brothers appeared, and then Amy shoved through.
“Oh, wow! Twitch, you’re going to make your future girlfriend very happy someday!”
“What the hell?” Vortex bellowed.
“Well, he is!” Amy dug in.
“Stop looking at him. Twitch, cover the fuck up!” Vortex yelled, trying to reach Amy.
“You’re in my room!” I ground out.
“Because you screamed,” Widowmaker pointed out as the woman on my bed flickered in and out.
“If we’re having a group session, it’s fifty bucks for all of you,” the ghost said.
“Shut up!” I shouted.
“Rude,” she retorted and disappeared. I bent down, grabbed my towel, and held it in front of me. Amy pouted, and I shook my head.
“I’m gonna pound you!” Vortex threatened.
“Because I’ve a bigger cock than you?” I demanded.
Vortex opened and closed his mouth like a fish as Amy patted his chest. “There, there,” she soothed.
“Only Twitch would get the randy ghost,” Hercules decided, amused.
“Fuck off,” I ordered, then turned my back to them and headed for my dresser.
“Oh God, even his ass is peachy,” Amy moaned. A scuffling sound came from behind me, and when I spun around, everyone had cleared out except Widowmaker. I raised an eyebrow, and he laughed.
