Tomorrow is the 150th Frappuchino with special fan art from  stagor55! Be there or don't be!

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Venti sat on the couch, his head buried in his hands as he slumped forward. "I can't believe you, Art," he said.

Art felt a pang of regret. He didn't want to have this talk with Venti, but he knew it was inevitable. He couldn't just overlook the subject; this was a bone of contention for them both, moreso for Venti. "I'm telling you the truth, Venti. You know I will never lie to you."

Venti moved his head to look up at Art, and for once he couldn't stand the sight of the lion. How could he do this to him? Why did he do this? Out of love? He'd rather have ignorance. "I know you won't, but couldn't you have just done it this once?"

Art hugged himself, and found he couldn't look at Venti. The look in the jackal's eyes was accusatory, as if he'd committed some terrible crime. "It's been on your mind for a while, you know it has."

"But still! I could have lived without you telling me this. You. YOU. "

Art couldn't take it any longer. "Come on, Venti! You make it sound like it's the end of the world. It's not. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way, but isn't it better you heard it from me?"

Venti looked at Art for several seconds, long enough to make Art want to speak again to fill the gap of conversation before it grew too large. Fortunately for the lion, Venti nodded amicably. "You're right, sweetie. It's not like we're breaking up. I'm just being a drama king." He reached over to take Art by the hand, and drew him onto his lap.

"Queen. The term is drama queen."

"I'm too macho to be anything but male. Drama king."

"Whatever, you vain jackal," he said, nuzzling Venti's unclothed chest.

"How did you find out?"

"I saw them kissing in his truck."

"Oh, I will bet you money that bull knew you were watching. He wants me to know."

"Maybe. So who cares?"

Venti frowned. "It's one thing to think Damon and Charles are dating, but for it to be Charles and Alexander? God hates me."

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