Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 393. Come out!

I woke up to someone knocking softly at the door.

After a few seconds of confusion, I understood that I had probably fallen asleep with Henry, who was at that moment holding onto me as if I were a plush toy. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The knocking continued, and I thought for a moment that it was my grandma, but she would never be able to behave so...cautiously.

"What if Henry wakes up instead of Kenny? If he does ... he will be angry," Danny asked in a soft whisper.

"Are they really sleeping in the same room?" Jordan sounded a bit taken aback and worried this time.

"I think whoever is awake can hear you," Omar murmured just as quietly, prompting everyone to cease the whispering but not the soft knocking.

Mhm, how nice of them to give away their identity in the dumbest way.

I slipped out of Henry’s hold before I conjured up a teddy bear and placed it in his arms, then I conjured up a sticky note and a pen to write him that I was in the kitchen with the guys.

I stuck the note on the teddy bear and made sure they were both covered by the blanket.

Although it was summer, it was still chilly at night.

Then I went to the door, unlocked it with my fingerprint, and opened it.

In front of me stood three young men, very well-behaved, and I could tell that they took on the stance in case it wasn’t me who opened the door.

Upon seeing me, however, Danny broke into a grin and showed me what he had hidden behind his back, which was a bottle of vodka.

Jordan chuckled and pulled out orange juice from behind his back, and even Omar was in, with a six-pack of beer.

"Care for a drink?" Jordan asked proudly.

"Sure," I smirked and softly closed the door behind me before making sure that it was locked.

"Go in the kitchen," I ushered them in a whisper, and they laughed quietly and obliged.

They instantly took all the seats on the bench, with the exception of Omar, who went for a chair.

"Ah. I need to shower first before I sit down." I didn’t want to contaminate more stuff, and thinking about it, I again felt itchy all over.

"No, sit down, you don’t reek!" Danny whined, but I had already turned around.

"Give me five minutes." I went into the room that was supposed to be Henry’s and found myself confronted with my old enemy, the Skid bathroom.

I never wanted to enter this one again, but here I was.

After getting rid of my clothes, I threw them out of the small elevated bathroom window because I didn’t have Henry at hand to acidify them, and then I went to scrub myself.

The incident-free shower that followed made it painfully evident that the room was not cursed, and everything that happened in that room was because of me and only me—but I chose to ignore that fact.

I went to Henry’s closet and found that he had left behind a few shirts and pants when he moved his stuff into my room, so I put them on and went back into the kitchen.

The three of them hadn’t waited and were drinking merrily, which was interrupted when all eyes were on me and the too-big clothes I wore.

"What?" I moved forward and took a beer from Omar before I sat down on the bench.

Danny tried to move over Jordan to come to my side but was mercilessly blocked by the latter.

"How was your day?" Omar asked while drinking beer himself.

"Wormy, how was your day? You patrolled the city?" I opened the beer and took a sip, sighing in satisfaction at the cool drink after a hot shower.

"Mhm, we were just showing our presence; it was boring," Omar nodded and held his beer forward, and I clinked my can with his.

"What does wormy mean?" Danny asked suspiciously while holding his glass out for a toast.

I bent forward and obliged, Jordan joining in as well while I told them what we found in the tunnels.

Danny gagged a few times until I told him to stop it.

"And why was the door open?" Jordan downed his drink and went for more vodka.

"No idea. What do you guys think?" I returned the question.

"A zombie let them out?" Danny contemplated as he mixed his next drink.

We all stopped to think about it, for no other reason but to ask ourselves if Danny had one of his bright moments or was more off than we could ever be.

I offered another explanation.

"I thought that if the government knows about their existence—and they have to know because somehow these people had to be locked in and they closed up sewer covers—then maybe they planned to smoke out the tunnels with gas or something."

Jordan nodded.

"If the door is closed, maybe the chemical gas wouldn’t reach them."

I raised my glass at him.

"That’s my guess."

"I still say a zombie," Danny pouted.

"That reminds me, what about the survivor who accidentally shot herself with your gun?"

"Ah! We haven’t told you!" Jordan motioned to Danny, who held his hand out for me to grab.

"Take a look," Danny grinned, flapping his hand and twirling his fingers for me to take.

"Stop the shit. I’m not going to flip a coin on you; just tell me." I took a few gulps of beer.

"Why???" Danny asked as if I had offended him with my refusal.

I put the beer can down.

"Henry doesn’t like it."

Jordan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something before closing it again. Then he exchanged a glance with Omar, but they all went quiet.

"Just tell me," I chuckled, a bit annoyed by their behavior.

"No, we’ll show you." Jordan pulled his wallet from his pants and took out a coin.

I raised my eyebrows, watching as Danny took the coin.

"Head," he said before flipping the coin, which didn’t look nearly as sophisticated as I’d do it, but okay.

His coin rolled from the table to the floor, and he had to crawl under the table to retrieve it.

Danny eventually came back out and slammed the coin on the table with the ’head’ side up.

He looked at me proudly as if he had just achieved something.

I pursed my lips and nodded slowly.

"Wooow," I drawled out unenthusiastically.

Jordan sighed, and Omar broke into laughter.

Eventually, Jordan took the coin and motioned for Danny to say something.

Danny again said "head," and Jordan flipped the coin expertly.

Head.

Jordan took the coin and looked at Danny, who said,

"Tails."

Jordan flipped the coin and revealed it.

Tails.

They repeated the same thing about twenty times, every time Danny predicted it right.

That was... much more astonishing.

I mean, there is always the possibility to fake something like this, in the way you threw the coin, etc., but I doubt my friends would do something so pointless.

"You have foresight?" I asked, and Danny shook his head.

"That fucker here is the luckiest shit you can possibly meet." Jordan put the coin back before hitting Danny’s back a bit too forcefully.

I looked at Danny and tilted my head when Omar finally explained.

"We didn’t know what to do with the survivor because she had seen our faces and proclaimed to be a very important person, so we gave her to Danny to look after until your grandmother arrived. He threatened her with a gun and—"

Jordan interrupted,

"That girl lunged at Danny to snatch his gun. They fought with each other, and the moment she won and had the gun in her hands, it discharged, and she shot her brain out." He motioned to his head.

"I didn’t intend to kill her, but she did it herself... with my gun—by accident," Danny shrugged.

"And the problem was solved," Omar concluded.

I opened a new can of beer after emptying mine, thinking that this was absolutely perfect.

If Danny somehow developed super luck and continued to be with the other two, they all would be safe.

But how did he develop an ’ability’ that powerfull? It had to be because he had killed a counterpart, so wouldnt be that be the first thing you would mention?

I wanted to ask him when I saw Danny looking me dead in the eye.

"What?"

Danny took a deep breath and suddenly came at me with something so fucking unrelated that I thought I was in the wrong movie.

"I am gay," he chirped as if it was the most natural thing to say, as if it was somehow normal to suddenly come out to me—as if I had ever fucking asked him.