Chris slapped him. "Don't you fucking call Britney."

"Chris!" His hand was burning. Justin made sure to cover his new tattoo with his palm. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Trust me," Chris said, eyes glittering.

Justin remembered some place with a lot of ice, and people with big, blue heads, big, blue eyes, like Brit--

"Focus, J." Chris stared at him. "Listen, you broke up with Britney for a reason."

Justin sighed. "Yeah, I know."

Chris relaxed a little. "Good."