Octavian and Jono
Octavian woke up again when Logan came around. He grabbed clothes and slid a pair of heavy sunglasses over his eyes.
He acted normally, laughing and joking, teasing as he usually did.
If he noticed Bobby watching him, he shrugged it off and kept going. Last night? Never happened. Not to Octavian Felix Edgerton-Smythe. Absurd to even suggest it. Normal well adjusted teenager here.
He managed to throw Demetria off the track easily, saying that their father had kept them back to look at accounts and he'd overdrunk of the brandy and port he had been offered as a night cap. She accepted it. Why wouldn't she?
And everyone expected him to do stupid things like that anyway.
He made arrangements to sell the car and went to Jonothon.
"I'm selling the car my dad gave me last night."
Sweet car. Why?
"The band needs money."
Tav, we can't...
"Can and will. We need instruments. And I want to learn bass guitar. You can teach me."
Sure I can teach you. I'd do it for free. Are you sure?
Jonothon frowned slightly. They really did need the money.
"My father can afford it, trust me. And besides, I can't take the car back to America. The steering's all wrong."
True...right. So, we have an actual band account? That's good.
"Yes. And I've set the beginnings of an investment portfolio, using some of the money. Just because we're muscians, doesn't mean we have to starve."
Octavian grinned, looking out through the dark glasses as relief and amusement showed on Jonothon's face.
Great idea. Ok. I'll teach you when we manage to get a bass guitar.
"Fantastic."