Summary:

Ilya and Shane host a party for the start of this year’s Irina Foundation camp.

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“The man doesn’t have any shame, that’s the thing." Marly grins, arm draped over Roz’s shoulders. “Therefore, it can’t be done. Rozy can’t be embarrassed. My money is safe.”

“Nobody has ever won? Really?” Shane asks, smiling.

Roz stares across at his husband then shrugs. “You are bluffing. Is fine, go ahead. There is nothing anyway, you can’t win.”

“Well, I was just thinking,” Hollander says, “that the guys might be interested to hear that you...have a type?” Marly could swear Shane’s eyes glanced in the direction of Scott Hunter. Could swear too that Roz tracked the movement.

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Shane gets competitive. Scott Hunter learns more than he bargained for. Marly is determined to be a really fucking good bro.