Newfound
The five men were gathered in Maverick's study, seated on the long couch. Julius sat close to Maverick, while Louis, Nicholas, and Wolfgang sat on the couch opposite them.
Julius, arms crossed, rolled his eyes dramatically. "State your business and scram. You're disturbing me and Maverick. You lot are imposing."
Nicholas chuckled, leaning back with an amused expression. "Don't say that. We came to play since you're avoiding the palace. I really miss you, Julius."
Julius visibly recoiled, hugging himself as if warding off a chill. "Stop saying scary shit, Nicholas. You know I hate that side of you."
Nicholas smirked mischievously and cupped his hand around his ear. "What? Did you say you want to visit the brothel again? Together?"
The color drained from Julius's face, his expression mortified. "Cut me some slack, Nicholas, you old fox!" He quickly turned to Maverick, shaking his head frantically. "He's lying! Maverick, I swear—"