“Oh geez.” Jemma buried her face in her hands, “Not again, Geoff, please.”
“What?” Geoff said defensively, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. He wasn’t sure what his sister was accusing him of, but he was pretty sure he was innocent. “I haven’t done anything.”
“You gave the waitress that look, and she winked. You’ll end up with a number, then a couple of drinks, and then a text message asking Greg if he doesn’t mind sleeping in my room for the night. And then I get to stay up all night because Greg’s snoring would wake the dead. And not only that, but I get to enjoy my sleepless night with the wonderful psychological scarring of listening to my other brother have sex through far too thin Motel walls. It’s been a long week, Geoff, All I’m asking is can we please not do this tonight?”
“I don’t snore.” Greg complained, crossing his arms over his chest. Geoff and Jemma ignored him.
“You—you can hear me? Hear us?”
“Yes. And while I’m glad you enjoy yourself so thoroughly—really? I mean, just not tonight.”
“Not tonight.” Geoff assured her quickly, a horrified look on his face.
“Thank you.” Jemma rubbed a hand over her face, “I think I’m just going to head back to the rooms I’m—“She sighed, looking at both of her brothers, “I’m just really tied. G’night.”
“Text me when you’re locked in your room—“Geoff started automatically.
“So you know I’m safe. Yeah, yeah.” Jemma gave him a weak smile and a little wave as she left the diner.
Geoff made sure she was fully out of ear shot before turning to Greg. “You guys can hear me?”
“I don’t know, I’m usually asleep by the time you bring your girls home from wherever. But, I’m pretty sure that’s not something Jem would lie about.”
“Oh man. I fucked up.” Greg gave Geoff a look that said yeah, you really did. Geoff thought about it and sighed. “What do you get someone as a ‘sorry you’ve had to listen to me have sex for the last five years’ present?”
Greg laughed and took a long sip of his drink. “I’m not sure, but you better come up with something good.”