Hi, my name is--
VOICE: Joey?
Mr. Morgan Heller.
MORGAN: We're going to be late.
ME: Isn't that the point?
MORGAN: No, right now, we're fashionably late. If we wait any longer, we'll be inexcusably late. It's a very fine line.
ME: I'll go put on my bow tie.
Morgan and I have been married for three years now. He's changed my whole world. I don't sleep around with everybody like I used to.
MORGAN: Technically, I should be boycotting this thing.
ME: You're still mad they didn't ask your help with planning it?
MORGAN: Well, I did see it coming. Jackson hates me.
ME: Jackson hates everyone.
MORGAN: Yeah, well he better watch out. I'm not someone you want to have as an enemy.
I can vouch for that. My Morgan is a little...aggressive, at times.
VOICE: Hey guys, come in here!
That's Ken. He's our--
MORGAN: Ken, we're leaving.
--Well, it's complicated.
KEN: There's been a shooting at Prisms.
ME: What?
We went into the living room where Ken was sitting on the couch. We both sat on either side of him.
MORGAN: Is this happening now?
KEN: He's holding everybody at the Miracle Ball hostage.
MORGAN: That could be most of the gay community in Rhode Island.
ME: Jackson's probably in there.
I thought about Jeremy. Do he and Jackson even talk anymore?
KEN: If you guys weren't running late, you'd be there by now.
MORGAN: Good thing Joey doesn't know how to tie a bow tie.
ME: Hey!
KEN: I don't know what I'd do if I lost you guys.
Ken kissed Morgan, then me.
Then he went into the kitchen--probably to make himself a snack.
MORGAN: Don't worry, Ken. We're not going anywhere. Nobody can break the three of us up.
Hey, I told you it was complicated.
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