"You wanna come meet my cat?" Trashed. At the hard-partying, working class pub with the craft bourbon and djs playing Huggy Bear and Unrest records. We all hung out there, but I could no longer remember what brought me.
I wasn’t one for double entendres or cutesy nonsense. I remembered the words of two friends, years before. They were a couple then, long since broken up. “Leigh wants to fuck you.”
"If you hurt her, I’ll fuck you up," the man said. He was lying. I was with Joelle anyway, and had to tell them. Ages of hostility between Leigh and Joelle.
