Clarice laughed again. “Deal.” Handed her $505. She disappeared and Clarice zeroed in on her job once more.
A casual glance at the yuckmouth captain would have been enough to put her back into a fighting state of mind. Having to look at that retard and hear herself being introduced as Devil Hands Sally?
Livid in 0.1 seconds.
“In the red corner, she packs dynamite in both hands.” Portsmouth held her index fingers up on either side of her forehead like horns. “Devil hands. She's fast with a fire in her a*s! I give you: Devil. Hands. Sal-lyyy!”
Patty gave a big, loud, stoned giggle behind her somewhere. A polite clap from Helen. Clarice glared at the masked emcee. She hated that broad.
Portsmouth whipped a Coke bottle from her back pocket. Chewed. Spat in it. Pocketed it again. Turned to
