Gwen
Gwen hopped off the computer and picked up her phone. She dialled in Octavian's number and waited for him to pick up.
Octavian.
Octavian dove for his phone before it stopped ringing and pressed the pick up button.
"Hello?"
He glanced over at his computer and snickered.
Gwen
"Hey Tav, it's Gwen."
Gwen chuckled softly.
"I gather you got the photos?"
Octavian.
"Oh, indeed, darrrling."
Octavian flopped back on his bed.
"Needless to say, both twins have nothing to be ashamed of. If the photos are truthful."
Gwen
"Oh the photos don't lie."
Gwen giggled and shut down her computer.
"I have a bit of a favour to ask you... well, how do you feel about playing a trick on Mordred?"
Octavian.
"As long as it doesn't endanger my oh so fragile skin," Octavian said.
"What would you like, dearest Gwen?"
Gwen
"Well, I wouldn't let him hurt you."
Gwen smiled and walked past Dom and Bill, who were dancing strangely.
"How would you like to pretend to be in love with him... crack onto him constantly, flirt, the way you did with Bobby before he realised he was actually very gay inside."
Octavian.
"Only if I can deflect him onto you," Octavian said.
His computer pinged at him and Octavian got up and walked over. He opened his new e-mail.
"Oh my. Mordred is quite...brassed off and very vehement about me deleting all those photos. Highly unlikely, that's blackmail material for absolutely years to come."
Gwen
"Yeah, sure. So will you do it?"
Gwen grinned as she sat down.
"I have this really good photo of Mordred yelping when i poured wax on him, want me to send you that?"
Octavian.
"Yes, please."
Octavian smiled wickedly and leant back in his chair, spinning lightly as he pushed off with one foot.
"You are such a bitch, Gwen."
Gwen
Gwen opened her laptop up and went through her files. She found the appropriate photo and sent it to Octavian's email.
"I know, but you get that."
Octavian.
"Did I say it was a bad thing?"
Octavian chuckled as he viewed the photograph.
"Why this sudden desire for me to flirt with your husband?"
Gwen
"Well, here's the thing. Mordred and I are trying our hand at being friends at the moment."
Gwen smiled slightly.
"I think basically we tried to go from nothing to soulmates and ultimately, it just didn't work so well. So, we're doing this friend thing, and I'm really trying to take his mind of being depressed."
She paused.
"Plus, come on, his reaction is going to be priceless. He is always telling me about how emphatically straight he is."
Octavian.
"Which of course is nothing more then rampant denial," Octavian said.
"Besides, who could resist me when I work at it? You're on, Gwen. What happens if I actually do seduce him?"
Gwen
"You take photos and I use them as blackmail."
Gwen chuckled.
"So, we have a deal?"
Octavian.
"I think we do, dear lady, I think we do," Octavian said.
"So...Dem is going to move into her flat in...London, I think, on Saturday. We're all going to help her. So, you free in the afternoon? Because obviously, you'll want to see the look on his face."
Gwen
Gwen thought for a moment.
"Ok, well I'll be at my hotel room, Mordred knows where that is. And yeah, I really want to see this."
Octavian.
Octavian sighed happily.
"We have a plan then."
Gwen
Gwen giggled.
"And if by chance, you do succeed... have fun."
Octavian.
"Oh, I will, I will."
Octavian smiled.
"Would video be preferred?"
Gwen
Gwen laughed evilly.
"I knew there was a reason why I liked you so much. Yes, video would be preferred."
Octavian.
"Everyone loves me," Octavian said complacently.
"Even when they say they don't. See you then?"
Gwen
"Yep, I'll see you later."
Gwen hung up, chuckling to herself.
Octavian.
Octavian placed his phone back on the hook, and laughed out loud.
Far too long since he'd been involved in something so evil. He'd have to get Gwen a present...diamonds, perhaps. Every woman liked diamonds.