To Be Named At A Later Date

The Envy Adams Show

"Steven, are you sure you want to do this? That show is notorious for inviting celebrities beefing with each other to come at the same time," Connie reminded him for the millionth time.

The Envy Adams Show was one of the biggest TV talk shows in current history. The first fight between celebrities aired in 2011 when Aneille and Sasha M started pulling at each other's hair over an estranged ex boyfriend. The host, Envy, seemed like the sweetest most innocent bystander until you realize the perfectly timed questions and sly glances to the camera. She only treats those she deems to be equal to her with true kindness, and Envy Adams thought she was The Shit.

But artists that get invited to that show end up getting sales 125% of their normal projections for a couple of months or so. In his mind, it was worth the risk.

"Logically, we don't have any enemies," Steven rebutted. "Unless you guys have beef with any big names?"

Jacob snorted. "I once almost tripped That One Guy at that after party. He wouldn't stop hitting on the girls like a skeeze cause we're poly."

"Noted. Worst case scenario we run into him and someone has to knock some sense into him." The man almost stood, but caught the sense of an uncomfortable shift from playfulness to strain. "What's the matter?"

"What about The Curse Is Calling?" Connie murmured. "We can't pretend that that's not a massive risk."

It was as if someone had paused him in his tracks. His friends watched his face go slack and ashen, a flickering flash of pink through both pupils. It was only three seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

His mind hit play again and he looked toward his other friends, who immediately looked away. No one liked to talk about it. In fact, it was a highly and intensely avoided subject. There was just something about being near Allison that was traumatizing in and of itself. "Who?"

"Come on, Steven," Hazel snapped.

Steven gaped in surprise until a small smirk started spreading across face. "I'm just kidding. It's a risk I'm willing to take."

"Why?" Connie shot up and poked a finger into his chest. "And choose wisely. I love hard but I hit harder. Unconditional or unconscious, bitch."

He grabbed the very hands she threatened to beat his ass with and kissed them lovingly. "I'm not afraid of Allison anymore. Now you? I'm terrified of you."

Connie blushed and sighed. "Don't do the thing. The answer is no and that's final." She looked back and they nodded their agreement.

"We're not letting you traumatize yourself," Jacob told him.

He sunk to his knees and pressed his face into Connie's stomach. "Please? I'll be good," Said Steven as he openly groped her ass in front of the band.

"Can't say no to that," Jasmin laughed weakly.

"In the gayest way possible I wouldn't." Hazel saw it before the rest of them did and averted his gaze. "Aw shit."

The rest groaned in misery as they realized that lost the battle at the very last second.

Steven peeked at them and then Connie with big beautiful brown eyes, no magic in sight and whined softly. "Please?"

"Son of a bitch!" She pinched his cheeks and wrinkled her nose. "You manipulative slut. Fine."

He smirked and stood to his feet to tower over her menacingly. "Thanks, babe. You always make me feel so much better~."

"Was really hoping for Subby Steven," She pouted. "Might've been the fair play tipping point."