Okay, calm down, we'll pay,"said Vee, reaching into her back pocket. She stuffed a wad of cash into the bowl, but it was dark and I couldn´t tell how much. "You owe me big-time," she told me.
"You're supposed to let me count the money first," Marcie said, digging through the bowl, trying to recapture Vee´s donation.
"I just assumed twenty was too high for you to count," Vee said. "My apologies." Marcie's eyes went slitty again, then she turned on her heel and carted the bowl back into the house.
"How much did you give her?" I asked Vee.
"I didn't. I tossed in a condom."
I lifted my eyebrows."Since when do you carry condoms?"
"I picked one up off the lawn on our way up the walk. Who knows, maybe Marcie'll use it. Then I'll have done my part to keep her genetic material out of the gene pool.
Why is Anthony Amowitz using his pimp smile on you? Vee asked. I rolled my eyes.
"You´re only calling him a pimp because he´s here.At Marcie´s."
"Yeah,so?"
" He´s being nice" I elbowed her. "Smile back"
"Being nice? He´s being horny"
Anthony raised his red plastic cup to me and shouted something, but it was too hard to hear over the music.
"What?" I called back.
" You look great!" A goofy smile was plastered on his face.
"Oh boy," Vee said " Not just a pimp, but a smashed pimp."
" So maybe he´s a little drunk."
" Drunk and hoping to corner you alone in a bedroom upstairs."
Ugh.
Nora
Quit? You kidding? My life sucks when I'm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it's really like, I'd probably jump off a bridge.
Becca FitzpatrickYou are such a jerk! Get back here!"
"Jerk?" he repeated. " You're the one spying in windows.
I wasn't expecting to come home to you, but now that you're here, I have no intention of letting you leave.
Becca FitzpatrickNope. That's my line. This is my boyfriend's house, which makes that my line, exclusively. Where is he?
Becca FitzpatrickHello, Pepper. It's been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isn't that right?
Becca FitzpatrickThere's my date," I said. "Fashionably late.
Becca FitzpatrickWell, you did it," I congratulated Patch. "I'm as trained as I'll ever be-a lean, mean sword-fighting machine. I should have made you my personal trainer from day one."
A rogue smile surfaced, slow and wicked. " No match for Patch.
Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that.
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