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“You okay, hon?”
Kat did sound actually worried–or she was doing a damn good job of faking it. Shaundi hissed through her teeth. “You dropped. me. Asshole!”
“I’ll buy you something nice,” Kat promised, swinging the stolen shitty import around a corner. “Soon as we fuck up that French asshole.”
“While we were jumping out of a plane!”
“So we’ll go wherever the fuck you want and you can shop ‘til you drop? I’ll even come and carry shit for you–”
Sometimes, it felt like violence was the only solution. Shaundi drew back, and punched her friend’s left arm.
“Ow, what the fuck?! I’m driving, here!”
“Bribery isn’t gonna fix shit.”
“Yeah, maybe not, if you’ve been still doing the kickboxing thing.”