“M’sorry,” Angel says, barely above a mumble. Nowadays she only does this when she’s stressed, and for her it’s been a while since drugs haven’t taken that edge off. Valentino’s appearance impacted Cherri more than he thought. Guilt licks through him, shame in its wake. He can handle Valentino just fine…but not everyone can.
“Bitch shut up,” she snaps, smacking her palm to his forehead and completely derailing the start of his spiral.
Husk huffs a laugh. “There’s fuckin’ two of you.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Cherri glares at Husk.
Angel’s shoulders rise toward his ears again, tension threatening its return.
Husk chuckles warmly, though, instead of getting defensive. “You both’ll call anyone ‘bitch’," Husk says, grinning at her. "Friend or foe. Did Angel get that shit from you or did you get it from Angel?”
Cherri shrugs, mollified, and Angel laughs as his stress now fully dissipates. He and Cherri have been friends for so long and been fucked up for so much of it that he can't even remember. She confirms the same for herself when she says, “I’ve got no fucking clue, old man. It was probably me who said it first, I’m the cooler one.”
That has Angel scoff. “Yeah right!”
“Tonight even proved it!” Cherri says, smirking down at him.
“Uh, I’m the one who told an overlord to fuck off in a crowded club!”
- Chapter One of I am feeling uncomfortable when we are not about me?
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