The Unicorn

“Should I wear a horn?” I teased.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he said.

“I’m just saying if I come over and fuck you both, do I need to wear a horn? My mane and tail are at the cleaners, but I can pull something together. You know, me being your unicorn and all. It’ll make me feel magical.” I played it totally deadpan for a second, and I could see the irritation in his eyes.