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Dante: The hell we are.

Vienna: What do you mean?

Rachel: You never want to see us during the day.

Vienna: Now you’re just straight up lying.

Rachel: Am I, Vienna? Am I?

Vienna: Yes, Rachel. Yes.

Rachel: Funny that, because you’re usually nursing a hangover. Don’t make us suffer just because your routine is broken and you don’t know what to do with your life. Welcome to daytime—the rest of us have been experiencing this for years.

Vienna: But I’m booooooored.

Dante has left the group chat.

Rachel has left the group chat.

Vienna: You can’t see me, but I’m pouting right now.

I burst into laughter again, easily able to picture him sulking to himself.

Gabriella: Aw, cheer up, pal!

Vienna: Don’t call me fucking pal.

Gabriella: What would you prefer I call you?

Vienna: Well… I can think of a few options.

You and me both, buddy.

Flashbacks of yesterday came to mind, and my thighs immediately clenched.

Change the subject, Gabby, change the fucking subject!

Gabriella: Anyway, since we’re no longer the Core Four, we need a new name.

Vienna: Nice save.

Gabriella: Thanks, buddy!

Vienna: That’s not any better.

Gabriella: Meh. So what do you think of the Dynamic Duo?

Vienna: It’s acceptable.

Gabriella: Stop pouting and tell me what the Dynamic Duo have planned for the day?

Vienna: I’m itching.

I did a double take at the phone. What an odd thing to reveal.

Gabriella: Do… do we need to take a trip to the clinic? Is it catching? Should I be concerned?

My door burst open, and Vienna looked at me with a frown, waving his phone at me.