“What have you done to yourself?” I stand over Kay who is sprawled on the floor a long side the rail of death, with a hand cupped under her nose, catching blood.
“Gave the rail a try.”
“Frankie can’t even manage the rail,” chips in Mi.
“Shut up. You only did it because you were high,” snaps Frankie.
“I was on a come down.”
Kay moves to sit on her board. Laughs. “This blood will stain.”
“Roll up your sleeves,” I say.
“I can’t. My hands are full of blood.”
I roll Kay’s sleeves up for her. “Dear me however are you going to pull off a seduction covered in blood?”
“Seduction.” Kay sits up straighter on her board, to look me in the eye. “I’m not a whore.”
“No, you’re a Pig and
