Sunday, 19 August 2018

Battle Royale


“What have any of them ever done for us but bring us pain and frustration? Really, let’s think about it. The first one ripped Valentina a new one just for appreciating something as beautiful as the moon. The second one was verbally abusive, the third one had a wife in another country the fourth…”

“We remember, Brianna, we were all there, no?” Valentina cut in. 

“Yeah, Brianna, but who gives a shit? If he has something we need then what’s the fucking problem?” That's Virginia as she pops her bubble gum.

Brianna looks like a cross between a free-spirited bohemian and a boring academic, Valentina is homelier but rather glum and Virginia is clothed like your stereotypical femme fatale, balancing expertly on stilettos, chest thrust out looking like she could blow the first thing in pants that comes along.
 
And she will; she’s the one trying to convince the other two to accept the untrustworthy bastard just to scratch an itch.

 As my head, my heart and my body battle it out, the untrustworthy bastard calls me and tells me he’s on his way to my place with food and wine.

The battle is lost.

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