"Man, your sister...." Nathan shook his head. "I don't know how you live with her, man. If she was my sister..."
Joff could feel the waves of lust coming off of Nathan. He looked away, hiding a smirk with a mumble about "Man, s'my sister." His sister, the succubus.
Because his sister (and housemate, in the apartment he'd insisted they get) was who she was, he did ask, curiously, "you haven't?"
He found the way Nathan flushed - and his nervous expression - to be very interesting. What was Ivette up to? "What? No, man, I mean... I know she's saving herself for marriage."
"She's what?" Joff sprayed his beer, and then had to hastily adjust Nathan's emotions before the bigger kid could freak out. "Sorry. I mean," he concocted a lie hastily, "she's mentioned that before, but I didn't think she'd go through with it. At home, sure, but here, you know, college, all these handsome guys around..."
Aaaand now Nathan thought he was gay. Well, a lot of the small-town types couldn't tell "gay" from "pansexual" anyway, and it wasn't like Joff wasn't sleeping with Oliver and Mark from Nathan's fraternity (and Alice and Amy from the sister sorority. Letting him and his sister loose on a college campus might have been Regine's worst mistake yet).
Nathan's funny colors didn't seem to be ack, gay funny colors, though. They were still lust colors. Interesting lust colors.
"Look." Joff stood up. "I gotta study for tomorrow's class. But I'll tell you what, I'll have a talk with Ivette, okay?" He patted Nathan's shoulder, and watched how the boy's emotions swirled. He should go out drinking more.
No, he should study more. He had promised Zeke he was going to try a real career, something he really wanted to do.
"You'll talk to her? For me?"
"She can't stick to this 'saving herself' thing forever. I know my sister."
In more ways than I ought to. He dodged before Nathan could drunk-hug him, and headed home, wondering what the hell Ivette was up to.
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