They always looked like a set when they walked like that, and Scott liked the way people looked at them, doing double-takes sometimes. He had to smile a little when Tristan tried to take the blame for their lateness.
"And I couldn't find my weed, but don't worry, Father, we both found what we were looking for," he patted his coat pocket as if he had a stash in there. The truth was, Scott had never done drugs. The worst mind altering substance he'd ever partaken was a few nips of champagne at parties. He nudged Scott with his hip as they headed out the door toward the town car.
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