93. Chicken《 february 2085 》
“Out with it.”

“Come on now Dashie- don’t be chicken.”

As the firewhiskey grazed his lips, Everett’s attention was on anywhere but the current conversation.

Siobhan sighed. “It has to be something important.”

“Not that important.” Cai objected loudly. “Not if he can keep it a secret for so long.”

“This is Dash we’re talking about.”

Cai pointed to his himself. “So? This is him not telling me. Did you dump Althea?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Siobhan rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows she’d leave him first.”

The bottle was placed on the table.

A throat was cleared.

“….we’re having a baby.”