Phei turned back to Brian and Landon, eyes narrowing like a captain demanding mission reports from two soldiers who had clearly gone rogue.
"So." His gaze flicked between them. "Explain. Now."
Brian sighed the long-suffering sigh of a man who had been rehearsing this exact moment the entire car ride over. He'd even begged Landon to drive separately so he could arrive first and seize narrative control like a war criminal claiming the moral high ground.
"Well, this amateur—" He gestured at Landon with theatrical disappointment, the motion dripping with fake mentorship gone tragically wrong. "—somehow managed to lose the girl he pulled at the club."
Landon's face went full tomato.
"Luckily," Brian continued, savoring every syllable like fine wine aged in embarrassment, "it was right after they had sex and he lost his virginity in what I can only assume was a performance that made the Kama Sutra file for emotional damages."
