
First Part
If he could exist in a different world, Gil knows he would always choose to be at Ethan’s side.
Even if that Ethan turns out to be as much of an asshole as this one apparently still is—
“You’re back,” his once-housemate says, shocked out of a drunken slur.
Gil inwardly gloats as the Prince of Dickheads hurriedly ushers out his guests: a woman in each arm, both looking more confused than upset at being tossed back out too soon.
Ethan closes the door with a huff. “There goes my perfect evening.”
“You’re welcome,” Gil scoffs, finally settling back in.
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*Inspired by the prompt if i ruled the world from The Daily Post.