“Don’t question her, or she’ll just have Marty put it in your car later.” Stacy says, giving me another hug.
“But why?” Steph asks.
I shrug, “Just keep my equipment looking nice and I’ll make sure you get paid for it.”
She gives me another look before tucking the money away and taking her refills to the table.
Mike gives me a smile and hands over my hoodie. I slide it over my head and then he hands me several good size bags of ice. I nod my thanks to him and head for the door. Marty meets me halfway and takes the ice from me. We walk silently to my car, I strip off my fighting clothes and stuff them back into the duffle. I finally look at my phone to see several messages from the group chat asking where I’m at, and what Warren did. I ignore the messages. The fight with that guy must
