“Yeah, so?” Goldie scoffed. “That doesn’t mean you get to bust up in here and decide what I fucking do with mine! You never even thought to stop and fuckin’ ask me what I want to do! All you thought about isoh, gee, how can I use this to help out Flo?”
“Fuck you, I deserve it!” Florence shouted. “After everything I fucking did for you while we were coming up? Selling the hell out of our tag team every chance I fuckin’ got and fighting for us to get the best fucking contracts?”
“I was there too, Flo. I fuckin’ know!”
“Bullshit!” Flo snapped back. “You weren’t there. You were busy getting your hair done and worrying about Pryor findin’ out about your flavor of the fuckin’ week! Everything was on me!”
“Oh, fuck you, you selfish fuckin’ asshole!”
“Fuck you, you big stupid son of a bitch—!”
There was a loud yowl followed by a crash from the bedroom.
Shit.
Purrcy!
If Goldie had to guess, Purrcy had encountered Twinkle. From the sound of it, it didn’t seem to be a positive encounter.
“What was that?” Florence asked.
“Just wait here.” Goldie hurried to his bedroom. “Day?” He opened the door. “Hey, everybody okay in here?”
“Hi.” Day looked distraught, sitting against the headboard with wide eyes. He was cradling Twinkle while Purrcy hissed from the end of the bed.
The lamp had been knocked off the bedside table, and Twinkle appeared ready to climb up the side of Day’s head.
“She does not like him.” Day struggled to hang on to Twinkle while trying to put his headphones back on from where they’d slipped off.
“I’m sorry. Shit.” Goldie sighed, stepping over to pluck Purrcy off the bed. “I forgot she was locked up in here already. I got her.” He turned around just in time to see Florence at the doorway.
“Oh, hey.” Florence grinned, looking at Day. “And who is this? Your new fella?”
Day cringed.
“Out,” Goldie said firmly.
“Does his mom know he’s here?” Florence teased.
“Out!” Goldie turned Florence around to march him out. He quickly glanced back at Day.
Day was holding the headphones to his ears and squeezing his eyes closed while Twinkle purred and nosed at his cheek. He gathered Twinkle up in his arms and buried his face in his patchy fur.
Hoping Day was going to be all right with help from Twinkle, Goldie left the room with Purrcy and shut the door.
Florence was standing directly behind him, still grinning. “Wow.”
“What?” Goldie snorted.
“Did you guys already get permission for the sleepover?”
“Shut up.”
“Is he even old enough to drink?”
“Go on. Go ahead.” Goldie walked briskly by him, petting Purrcy and rolling his eyes as hard as he could. “Get it all out of your fucking system.”
“He’s staying in there? What, is he in trouble?” Florence followed Goldie to the couch. “Did you have to put Junior in timeout?”
