“No, I really don’t.”
“Always moving in on someone else’s man.”
They are gathering an audience, but Josephine doesn’t seem to notice. When she takes her hand out of mine, I instinctively feel like shit is about to hit the fan.
Josephine lunges at Trish, pulling her hair and yanking her down to her level.
“I am only going to say this one time. Thomas is my man. You keep your skank ass away from him.”
“Who are you calling a skank?”
“The only fucking skank in the whole bar.”
That’s when she slapped the shit out of Trish. The bar went quiet. Then they applauded.
“I wasn’t hitting on your man. He’s old.” Trish says. I feel like this is what everyone is thinking about Josephine and me.
“Old? Jesus, if this is old, I’ll take it all day every day.”
“Yeah, he is. What is he forty-five, fifty?”
She goes off and punches her this time.
“Ryder, you should take out the trash,” Josephine says.
“I’m on it!” Ryder says laughing as he throws her out of the bar.
“Fuck!” She shakes her hand out. “Her face is really fucking hard.”
“Precious,” I say grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips. “You can’t go around hitting people.”
“But she deserved it. She has pulled this shit before.”
“You get a potty mouth when you are mad.”
“Sorry.” She says blushing.
“No need, Precious.”
“It isn’t very ladylike.”
“Fuck ladylike. You are my girl. You can act any way you want too.”
“Oh, can I? I can really act any way I want to?” She says arching her eyebrow.
“Well, that seems a little devious. So many ideas are running through my head.”
“I guess I’ll just act like myself again.”
“That sounds like a good idea, Precious.”
I kiss her sweet lips. I take it too far, if the catcalls are any indication.
“Jesus Dad. Get a friggin’ room.” Kristy shouts out.
“Oops.” She blushes as she rubs her fingertips over her swollen lips.
“Do you want another drink?” I ask her.