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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 2:  Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader

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Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Word count: 5 k

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Aaangst. Dub-con, Lil bit o’ smut, Oral (f receiving), Drug Use, Co-dependency, Notions of Infidelity, Lots of Plot.

Summary: Linden Marshall is a 3rd year law student at Columbia. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life-partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They’ve been together for years, and they know everything about each other including her trauma and his addictions. She thinks she’s in love.

What happens when Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide? 

Teaser, PreviousChapter

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December 2022

Mark was so fucking nervous for this audition.  First of all, it was the first time in a long time that he had to read for a part, secondly, it was a Broadway show.  

He hadn’t been on the stage since the West End 10 years prior.  Mark really needed a hit of something, but he had promised. And he didn’t need to get fucked up today. So he decided to do the next best thing. He’d take a hit of you.

You woke up to Mark pulling your panties down and before you knew it, his head was was propped up on his fist between your legs while he stroked up and down the lips of your core and watching you get wet before his eyes.

“Mark?”  You were still a little confused at what was happening because one minute you were in Contracts class with a duck on your head and the next Mark was playing with your pussy. 

You softly moaned his name again as he slid one finger, then two, inside you and wrapped his lips around your clit. Each suction caused an electric spark to travel up your body and your head to fly back further and further until you felt like you were almost tipping into a headstand.

You reached down with one hand and grabbed his silky brown hair and up with the other, rolling your nipple through the fabric of your black silk nightie.

“F-f-fuck Mark! Yes.”  He added his thumb to the mix circling your clit, but the pressure wasn’t quite enough to get you there.  You were ready to cum, but you knew he was purposely postponing what you wanted.

“I want you to give me one good one, Love.  Can you do that for me?”

Mark went down again and you could only moan while attempting to move your hips, trying to get him even closer. “Stop that.”  Mark commanded you, and moved his arms to pin you to the bed. 

"I want..."

“Behave, naughty girl.”

You bit your lip and got still, Mark's glare silencing you. He moved his hands to pull your folds apart apart while you clenched your core around air, desperate for any stimulation at all. 

"Make sure you remain still, yes?” 

You nodded, willing to do whatever he said at this point.

“Alright then. Where was I? Right. I was counting. One...two..."

Mark re-inserted his fingers slowly. Then he paused and watched as you pulled your breast out and started pulling and plucking it, lust driven.  He was hypnotized for a minute, concentrating on not turning this into an all morning affair.  Mark had time, but not that much time.  He looked down again to what he was doing.

"Three." 

He dipped his head and hummed his approval. You vibrated more than with his voice and he knew you were close. Mark curled his fingers and looked up, still latched on, sucking you off and hitting that spot in the way you adored. He watched you vibrate higher, reaching for your climax.

He didn’t stop until you achieved it, calling his name in that way that he'd imagined and that had created the need within him in the first place. What better high than this?

It had to be only a few moments, but you don’t really know how long it was before you heard him speaking, only fully tuning in at the middle of his sentence.

“….successfully get you to do that but not totally take the edge off by getting my own nut. Thanks, Love.”

He leaned down and gave you a kiss, and a taste of yourself on his lips, then he was up and away to the bathroom to get ready for his audition.

“Break a leg, babe.” You giggled, still euphoric.

Mark was genuinely happy and excited.  See, this could actually be good, you thought to yourself.

He came barreling out of the bathroom and planted another quick kiss on your lips. You could taste the mint of his charcoal toothpaste. You leaned up, running your fingers through your hair, trying to get yourself together.  You smiled seductively at him.

He looked tempted to climb in bed with you.  “I gotta go.” His voice was soft and it looked like he didn’t dare come near you.

You nodded and grinned at him.  “Of course you do! Go. Knock “Em Dead! I believe in you.”

He blew you a kiss, grinned back and bounded out of the house to the car waiting downstairs.

This can be good, you thought, as you continued to recuperate from the whirlwind which was Mark.

New Year's Eve 

You were trying to get your hair to act right, but your curls were on crack. You were pure frustration. In fact, you’d been frustrated for a week and it wasn’t because of your hair.  Mark and his boys were partying day and night with all kinds of randoms over all their houses with every drug imaginable.

You weren’t a Puritan, but you didn't like Mark when he took it too far. He didn't get crazy, or angry. He lost his shine, his energy, his drive to do anything but use. It always drove you to leave. Which drove him to rehab. Which caused him to apologize. Which made you weak and come back.

It had to stop.  

Mark came into the bathroom and leaned against the wall, watching you. He was wearing a Prada sweatsuit, because you were going to Bobby’s house for a 'casual' NYE gathering. That $1400 sweatsuit covered up a million dollar body with a rock hard 8 pack and dick for days. This is good, you thought. You were trying to keep that refrain in your head.

"You look beautiful."

"I know you fucking lying....." 

Mark eyed you warily, noticing that you were on one.  

“I’m not trying to start shit Lindy. I really like your shiny jumper suit thingy.”  He looked you up and down licking his lips.  “My girl is a hottie.”  

You couldn’t help but smile at Mark’s accent and colloquialism. But you refused to get wet for him right now. He was back on his bullshit. 

Your ‘shiny jumper suit thingy’ was a $4000 gold Tom Ford track suit that you bought yourself for Christmas with Mark’s black amex. “Thanks. You bought it.”  

You grinned and gave him a peck and decided not to care so much about your hair. There was no one there you were trying to impress.  Looking back to the mirror you threw your hair up in a messy bun on the top of your head. Fuck it.

Mark smiled back at you shyly, coming up behind you and nuzzled your neck.  "MMmmmmm. You smell good, you look good. You're trying to stay in tonight, aren't you Love?" 

Mark was halfway joking. But you weren’t. 

"As a matter of fact, I am."

Mark stopped.  "You aren't serious?" He stepped back and looked Mirror Lindy in the eye. "It's New Year's Eve, for fucks sake."

"I'm tired of you hanging with your boys and getting blotto.  The coke, the pills, Chris 1 being bitchy and Chris 2 being an asshole.  Jake is always with a different 20 year old model that he practically fucks in front of us and Bobby is the only one I can halfway stand. You’re slip sliding away again."

You turned around and looked Mark directly in the eye. "I’m not having it in 2023. I am doing something for myself in back to law school.  I’m  not going into my 30’s on this roller coaster ride."

Mark looked genuinely hurt. He wrapped you up in his arms. It felt like home. Fuck. You had no strength when it came to him.

"Listen. My Love. It's not going to be like before. Last time when it got so bad, I was exhausted from filming and upset about the flop of Nick Carraway. I'm not spinning out of control like that ever again.” Mark searched your face.  

"The Center was the best place for rehab for me last year. I learned lots of great strategies not to go off the deep end. And besides, I've just been hanging with the boys for 4 days. Love. 4.” 

He held up 4 long fingers, then lowered three to flip you off. You shook your head at him, holding in your laugh.

“Love. It’s not a big deal. I know how to pace myself.” He smiled at you. "I'm just so excited that I got this part.  It’s a game changer.” He desperately wanted you to believe him.

“All of this partying will be done tomorrow, I promise. And then I’ll be boring, because all I’ll ever do is work and sleep and eat you out.” He winked a baby blue at you. “You can’t give up on us.” 

But you didn't look convinced at his salesmanship, so he went on.  

“I am so proud of you, my beautiful, sexy, genius ass Love! And I’m hopeful for what this role will do for my career as well. We are on top, Love. We have to celebrate.”

He turned you back around to the mirror by your shoulders and got out his phone. You cracked a smile. 

“My ass is genius, hunh?”

“Oh, most definitely.  And I will make it feel very smart later tonight. Er, tomorrow morning rather.” His arched eyebrow was adorable. And you squirmed as you thought of the possibilities.

"Now let's take one for the 'gram and go have some fun."

You wanted to believe him this time.  You halfway smiled as Mark snapped a pic and posted it to IG.

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Four hours later, at about 20 minutes to midnight, you came out of Bobby's bathroom to find Mark sitting on the couch, watching rando model number seven give Jake head.  He was just looking as if he were watching paint dry. Everyone else was either using, or passed out. It just felt grimey.

You ‘accidentally’ knocked the girl in the head as you walked by, causing her to bite down. "Muther FUCKER!"  Jake screamed.  "You fucking did that on purpose Lindy!  Fuck!"

You just flipped him off as he ran to the bathroom, obscenities falling from his mouth.

"Mark, we need to talk."  Mark just continued to stare at the space Jake had occupied. You waved your hand in front of his face. Mark looked blankly up at you, just now realizing you were there. He reached for your hand.

"Hey! LOVEEEE! Come sit with me, let's snog..." You pulled away from him.

"You're fucked up Mark. I’m so done with this shit."  

You got your phone out to order an Uber. Because of the New Year's surge, it wouldn't be there for over an hour. “Fuck it, I'll take the subway,” you muttered to yourself. 

Mark's penthouse was miles away from Bobby's Brooklyn brownstone. You got your coat and purse and stormed out of the house, pushing past Bobby and headed to the nearest station. "Hey, dude.  You better go after your girl." Mark looked at him as what he'd said pierced his fog. He shook his head.  "Oh shit, Linden!"

Mark bolted out of the apartment and was able to see your shine from a block away. The cold December air combined with adrenaline immediately sobered him up. He ran to catch up with you and gained on you just as you were headed down the stairs to the C Train.

"Lindy! Lindy! Wait!  I'm sorry!"

"FUCK OFF!" You yelled over your shoulder as you hurried forward.  No one in Brooklyn paid any attention to you.

Mark pushed past the people coming up the stairs and almost caught up to you as you went through the turnstiles. He had to jump because he had no card or cash and he could see that you were getting on a train, managing to squeeze in just as the doors were closing.

You were livid, crying and full of rage. Mark sat down next to you.

"I swear Mark, if you fucking touch me..."

Mark backed off and sat in a seat directly across from you to give you some space. For a little while. 

"I'm sorry Linden. If I could go back in time and give you the New Year's Eve you wanted, I would." He leaned down and tried to look you in the eyes.  “We deserve each other Lindy.  Just let me make you happy.”

You were so exhausted.  Tonight wasn’t the night you were going to turn a new leaf. You looked at Mark as the train rumbled uptown.  The countdown of the other passengers roared in your ears as the tears fell from your eyes.  

It was midnight in New York City.

One Week Later, January 2023

Daveed’s car rolled up in front of Penthouse 45 in Hell’s Kitchen ninety minutes after the party began.  As the producers, writers, composers, and stars of Bay Boys, It was their launch party and they were due an entrance. As the car stopped, he looked up from his phone and prepared to do the walk of fame. 

Diggs stepped out to a good sized crowd, and smiled at the step and repeat. He knew he looked casual, but hella good in his designer ripped sweatshirt and jeans. He was gracious as always and answered reporters questions about everything, even HER (stock answer: they were still great friends). 

He moved along and signed autographs from young Hamilton fans. It still freaked him out that the fans still kept multiplying and getting younger and younger, but he had the Disney movie to thank for that.

Rafa was next to him in the press line, finishing up the step and repeat, rolling up just after Daveed. One of the reporters asked if they would take some pics together. “Of course. I’ll take some pictures with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.” Everyone laughed at Rafa’s amiability.  Daveed just smiled his gorgeous smile and they hit the usual classic best bud poses.

They got through the photogs and finally entered the venue.  Daveed felt he could finally breathe. Rafa looked at his friend’s face and saw the strain.

“Relax, D. The hard work paid off.  Jeffrey stepping in last month with financing was what sealed the deal. We can stand up this show in the three months we have, no sweat. We’re golden.”

“Yeah, and up for a tremendous amount of scrutiny.  I don’t want this production to flop.  Some of the cast choices…”

Rafael knew exactly what D was talking about.

“Relax. Give that cat some grace. Remember Utkarsh before he cleaned up? He was insanely talented before that and now, it’s like wow! He'll probably be up for an Oscar for Trumpet. People can change, Diggs.  It will be fine.”

“Ok, I trust you. I don’t know about this dude though.”

“Turn off your brain and turn up tonight. It’s not everyday we get to celebrate the launch of our new BROADWAY MUSICAL!” Rafa spotted one of his former students. He shouted, “HEEEYYYY GIRLLLL!”  and ran over to give her a hug.  

Daveed saw plenty of people he needed to greet, but first he needed a drink. He knew he should feel hyped, but he just felt cold.

He saw you on the way to the bar. Warmth emanated from you, lighting you as if with a spotlight.

Diggs was too much of a pro to be caught slipping, but he clocked you and kept you in the corner of his eye as he smiled and nodded at people. Tommy came up, and Daveed greeted him warmly.  D listened attentively to the latest updates while you just happened to still be in view over Tommy’s shoulder.

Pimp mode: Activated.

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You were perched on a couch in the reserved section, scrolling through your phone, your bag beside you. You glanced up every so often, trying to hide your annoyance. You were pissed at Mark, but you tried to play it off in this room full of people important to his career. You wouldn’t show your ass here tonight, but later, Mark would definitely get a piece of your mind.

Looking up and around the club, you checked for Mark again.  Should have known better than to trust that he would meet you there on time, and in fact you got there a half an hour later than the time he gave you.  

But as you scrolled through instagram and saw that Jake had tagged Mark in his pic in Brooklyn at the same time you arrived at the spot, you knew your boyfriend was bullshitting once again.  You weren’t even surprised as you threw your phone down beside you on the couch, disgusted.

You surveyed the room once more, eyes lighting on Daveed Diggs, who was looking right at you. Butterflies lept into your throat as you held eye contact with him for a good three seconds.  You always thought his smile was so gorgeous, although he looked dead serious right now.  Something made you shiver, but you weren’t cold. 

Daveed headed toward you and you straightened up, trying to play it cool. You hung out with Mark and his famous fuckboi friends.  This wasn’t a big deal. You knotted your fingers in your lap as he got closer. 

When you looked up and he was still coming for you, it was too much. Fuck, this WAS a big deal, and you silently freaked as Daveed stood in front of you, his shoes coming into your line of vision. 

Your gaze moved from Daveed’s custom Jordans to his jeans that fit very well. You grazed your eyes past his crotch, not stopping but definitely taking note, to the belt around his slim hips, and up his sweatshirt to his broad shoulders which were accented by the rips in the material.  The skin there looked so soft and you licked your lips at the thought of how it might feel.

As if he were the sun, you couldn’t look directly at his face, so you focused on his lips.  Damn.  Summoning your law school poker face, you mentally got yourself together, smiled, and looked in his eyes, knowing that he was technically Mark’s boss. You didn’t want to be disrespectful. 

Up close, this girl glows, Daveed mused.

The confident way you checked him out had Daveed shook.  He wasn’t mad though, because he had done the same.  But the way you stayed seated and waited for him to say something hit different. You had to know who he was, but you didn’t fall over herself to get to him.  You sat there as if challenging him to state his intentions. It was so fucking attractive.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?  You look a little lost.”  The line was lame, but your laugh was worth it.

“Wow.  It’s that obvious hunh?  I’m not lost, but someone I know seems to be.” You shook your head and looked back toward the door.

When you still didn’t move or press to talk to him further, Daveed had to sit down.  Now that you were both seated, he could smell the notes of blackberry and dahlia that was your scent.  He wanted to get closer, but he didn’t want to crowd you.  

“I’m Daveed.”  In his head, he noticed that his voice was lower than normal, he cleared his throat as he extended his hand.

You looked at his hand as if he had offered you a fish. You couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next. 

“Uummmmm? They still shaking hands in the Bay? I thought that died in 2020.”

Daveed laughed so loud that a few people turned to look.

“Valid point, but human touch is so meaningful between friends. And I’m clean.  A faithful partaker of the vaccine. But you know who I am?”

It wasn’t quite a question.

“Um, yes. This is your party isn’t it?” You laughed, a sound he wanted to hear again.  “But I’m not your friend. You don’t even know my name.” 

Your mouth quirked up in a half-smile, then turned down.

Daveed thought the pout was adorable and sexy. You thought that you NEEDED to stop flirting with him. 

Daveed leaned toward you, eyes on your mouth. Your heart raced as he got closer, but you calmed down when you realized he was reaching for his phone which was in his pocket. Oh no, his phone! Your heart raced again. 

Not him about to ask for your number!

Daveed arched his brow as his phone unlocked. You could see that he opened his notes app.

“You’re right. I don’t know your name. I don’t know you at all. But I’m about to start learning all I can.”

Daveed looked down to his phone.  You looked too, mesmerized by the way his hands engulfed it. He looked up in the air for a moment. It gave you a moment to admire his profile.

“Let’s see. I’ll start with the obvious.” He seemed to study you.

“Number 1. Beautiful.”

You blushed and looked back down at your hands, trying to hide your smile. Daveed went on.

“ Number 2. Does not touch strange men.” You chuckled, looked up at him and rolled your eyes.

Daveed winked in response. Your stomach jumped.  What was happening right now? Was he really coming for you?

“Number 3. Charming and full of wit.” He looked over at you again. 

“Wait? Are you witty? Nevermind. Don’t answer that. You might bust my bubble.” 

He was rewarded with an outright laugh. He felt a warmth in his chest.

“Number 4. Doesn’t give it up easily.” 

He looked at your face which was not a smile and quickly deleted that, while hiding his own burgeoning grin. 

“Number 4.  Doesn’t give up her intimate... details... easily.”  

Daveed looked up at your face as you sat perched on the edge of your seat, leaning over and peeking at his document.  Your mouth was open and your eyebrows were raised, expectant. 

He imagined that’s how you might look when you were hungry for his touch. And fuck yeah, he’d succeeded in getting you closer. He smoothly checked your now prominent nipples through your top as he went back to looking at his phone.

You sat back and crossed your arms when you caught him looking because Daveed wasn’t slick. You covered your breasts with your hands on the low for added protection. Your body was a traitor.

Diggs glanced at your arms and allowed himself just a moment to imagine teaching you how to keep your hands and arms exactly where he told you to put them: above your head and out of his way, around his neck, behind your back, holding your ankles by your ears, massaging his... He cleared his throat and shifted, because the thought was making it hard for him.

Daveed wasn’t slick, but you were, just a little.

There was no mistaking what this was now.  You needed to stop this.  But you didn’t want to.

“My name is not an intimate detail.”  It came out a half whisper, because the lump in your throat had wrecked your voice. That gave Daveed the excuse to lean closer as if he couldn’t hear.  

“Sorrywhatdidyousay?”

His, low, gravely drawl that made that all one word was sexy as fuck. And damn, he smelled good.  A combination of cinnamon and musk. Parts of you were quivering that had no business to be right now. And damn. Your back.  What the fuck?

“N-name? You were asking me what my name was.  For your notes.” 

Daveed smirked at your stutter, briefly wondering what he had to do to hear you do that again. Then he shook his head.

“Nah. Actually, I wasn’t” And he closed the app and locked his phone. 

You felt your face fall to the floor as he stood up.  You just played yourself.  But that’s what you got for forgetting about Mark.

“I was about to take you down.” He smiled again. “I mean take down what you wanted to drink.”  Daveed stood there expectantly, waiting for that smile. You did not disappoint him. “I’ll get your name when I get back with our drinks.”

There was nothing else to say but, “Koval and Coke.” You were past caring if Mark was going to show up or not. 

Daveed gave you with his famous grin.  “Be right back.” He turned and tried to be cool as he went to the bar.

You sat there for a couple of minutes staring at Daveed’s back as he retreated to the bar.  What the fuck were you doing? Panic started to set in and you jumped when your phone vibrated. You looked down and grabbed it. 

Hey Love, I’m here. On my way in.

Great. You responded, petty and done for the night. You closed your eyes and tried to get your head in the game.  And blocking out that you had a drink on the way.

“Hey Love!  So glad that you’re here.” Mark plopped down beside you and started to try to grope you. You discreetly evaded his grip and put a smile on your face.  “Get your paws off me. You’ve got to circulate, Mark.  You need this gig! ” You raised your hand for the waiter to signal for a drink.  You ordered two a double whiskeys and gave the waiter a $100 bill.

Mark just stared at you and wiped his nose. You sat and watched as he literally vibrated for a solid minute. You tried to remain calm.

“Darling. Do you notice your new employers, like Mr. Casal over there, the producer who just gave you the chance of a lifetime in his production which is sure to be a hit.” You pointed across the room where Rafa was holding court.  “I know you don’t need the money, but you need this to improve your reputation.”

The waiter was back quickly and you took the drink and handed it to Mark. “To level you out.”  You clinked glasses to make it look like a good time.  “Bottoms up.”  The look on your face pierced his haze and let him know you were not to be fucked with. You sat there on the couch, acting the loving couple while Mark downed two double whiskeys and came down. 

After ten minutes: “I’m good Love.  Thank you for looking out. I love you forever.”  He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek, stood up, and offered you his hand. “Shall we?”

You smiled as if you didn’t want to kick him in the balls.  “We shall.” And you set about helping Mark salvage this night.

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7 minutes earlier

On his way back from the bar, Daveed almost collided with Mark Monaco who had came in the door not paying attention, his head in his phone.  This was the one casting choice Rafa had to talk him into.

But Mark blew them all away in the audition, so much so that he made them forget that he was from Britain and not the Bay. It sort of made weird sense to cast Mark as Chet, but with the expanded role in the musical, it also made Daveed hella nervous.  

Lots of responsibility for a cokehead. 

“Daveeeeed. What up!”  D smiled at Mark. There was nothing else to do.  

“What’s crackin’, dude? Glad you could make it.”  Mark cracked up laughing at the tardiness joke. “You got a little sum….”  Daveed motioned to Mark’s nose with his thumb as both of his hands were wrapped around drinks.

“Oh shit.”  Mark hastily wiped his nose. “I gotta go get my girl. She’s probably ready to bite my head off, and not in a good way….. You know wha I mean?” Mark slurred and waggled his eyebrows.

“What? There is no good…., nevermind man, go get your girl. Where is she?”

“That beauty right there.” Mark pointed at Daveed’s girl who didn’t know she was his girl yet. You.  Damn.  

Pimp Mode: Deflated.

“Yep. That’s my Love.”

“She seems so very dope.”

Daveed meant the fuck outta that.  Oh well. Hell.

“Don’t let me keep you from her.”  Daveed sighed and raised his glass of bourbon in a salute. 

Daveed nursed his drink as he watched you struggle through life with Mark.  He shook his head and then Rafa appeared at his side like magic.

“Shit!! Where did you come from?” He shook his head and handed Rafa your Koval and Coke.

Rafael was laughing, feeling loose, but nowhere near buzzed. He took a sip of the drink and grimaced.  “Why’d you cut it with cola?”

Daveed reached to take the drink back.

 “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to drink it,” insisted Rafa before he downed the rest of the drink. “I thought you grew out of mixers when you were 25.” 

Daveed was paying Rafael no mind. 

Rafael just shrugged and looked around the room again. “Oh, great! Mark is here.  His girl Linden is fine as always.  Damn.  But she fine fine.” 

Rafa gave the drink to the circulating waitress then turned his head to the side trying to look at your ass as you circulated with Mark.

“Linden hunh? Like the tree?” Daveed asked, attempting to appear uninterested.  “You know her?”  

That comment made Rafa turn and look carefully into Diggs’ face.  He read him like a book and then laughed at what he saw.  

“What? You wanna know her?”  

Daveed met Rafa’s eyes and quickly looked away and the barley-haired man started cracking up.  “Oh shit, Diggs. Was that drink for her?” Rafa pointed at the departed glass, then shook his head. “Ever the Romeo.”

“Haha, with yo’ Mercutio face ass.” Rafa was still rolling. “Calm down. It was going to be one drink.”

“Me calm down? I’m not the one who’s face is on the ground.”

“It’s not that deep. I’m not a homewrecker.”

Rafa doubled over laughing. Daveed flipped him off. He straightened out and got serious.

“But how could you not know who she is, Diggs?  They are all over the socials man. They’re one of the paps’ fave couples.”

“You know I don’t scroll on social media man.  I get in, look at my friends' feeds, 70% of the time, what you tell me to check 90% of the time, post what I need to and get out.”

“I get it.  Escape mind control that way, but you gotta spend more time scrolling on the socials.” Rafa loved rattling D’s cage.  “In this case it would have kept you from getting caught up in an impossible situation.  Suck it up, tuck it in and c’mon.”

Daveed took one last look at you holding Mark down, took Rafa’s advice and began to mingle.

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