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Trial By Jury

Summary: Just a typical Monday morning in the Frat Pack household.

Warnings: None

“Don’t play dumb with me!” Ruhn snarled, banging the wooden top of the kitchen table with a tattooed fist as he leaned closer to Declan who was seated at it with crossed arms. Between them rested the atrocious offense, an empty doughnut box with nothing more than crumbs lining the bottom. “Before I went to bed last night, I distinctly remember there being one chocolate doughnut left. Which I had claimed for breakfast this morning, as per my winning the rock paper scissors match between us after the party.”

Declan’s mouth curves into a smirk. “Well I distinctly remember you being so high on Mirthroot that you walked into the bathroom and fell asleep in the tub instead of your bed. Perhaps it is you who is recalling the events of last night incorrectly, your highness.” The red headed fae spoke Ruhn’s political title with a prominent note of sarcasm and a teasing bow of his head.

“How dare y-“

“You have no right to interrogate my client without his attorney present!” Just then, Flynn struts into the room, boldly throwing an empty briefcase on the table beside Dec and taking his seat across from his two roommates. “Don’t say anything Dec. This male’s a viper and will use anything he can against you in court. I’ll take it from here.”

Ruhn gaped. “You literally attended law school for one month before dropping out. You’re hardly the expert here.”

Flynn gave the Crown Prince a sly dimpled smile, the creases beneath his twinkling brown eyes deepening. “It was enough time to ascertain that you cannot convict my client without probable cause. Do you have any evidence to suggest that he ate your doughnut?”

“Alright, alright. I think this is a matter that we need to settle in a court of law in front of a jury. All rise for the honorable judge!” Ithan raised his hand dramatically before taking his seat beside Bryce and Hunt on the worn couch in the living room. They chuckled as you descended the staircase from the room you shared with your mate Ruhn, striding confidently to the center of the room clad in a black robe with a hammer in your hand in an attempt to appear official in your role.

“No need to fill me in, I heard everything I needed to from the stairs.” You pointed your makeshift gavel at Ruhn. “Prosecution, present your case against the defendant.”

With a smirk, Ruhn cleared his throat and approached the bench. “That my bath roab your honor? It suits you well.”

“Objection! Irrelevant commentary from the prosecutor, your honor!” Flynn stood from the table and made his indignance known.

A light dusting of pink bloomed on your cheeks and you tried to keep from laughing. “Proceed with your case, prosecution, or I’ll hold you in contempt.”

“Tough crowd.” Ruhn muttered before continuing. “I have reason to believe that the defendant stole my doughnut, your honor. He was the last of us to go to bed last night, and it was long gone by the time I woke up this morning.”

“Are there any witnesses who can attest to the crime?” You looked around the room and received no volunteers.

“The prosecutor has no proof your honor. Plus he searched the defendant’s backpack without a warrant and began interrogating him without including me.” Flynn informs you smoothly.

You nod, calling a brief recess for the jury to make their verdict. Ithan, Bryce, and Hunt whispered amongst themselves while Flynn and Dec shared a high five.

You tallied the votes and announced, “The defendant Declan Emmet is found not guilty of the crime of stolen property!” You tapped the head of the hammer against the table to solidify your decree.

As the room began filing out, Ruhn pouted. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

You chuckle and kiss his nose as you walk by. “Maybe you’ll remember this next time you decide to shirk dish duty, my mate.”