I turned my back to him and fought for control of my face.
Blondie told him, “We aren't on a job, honey.” She took a compact and tube of lipstick from her front pocket. Opened both. I could see her plump pink lips in the compact's mirror as she swiped on a quick touch up. “Besides, if we needed to know something about this party or the people here I wouldn't have to research it.” She pocketed her makeup.
“Yeah, there's plenty of old Viet players here that are going to hit on you,” I said. “They'll tell you all you want to know about the Autumn Fest. And their Sausage Fest.”
“Ew! If any old player fests his sausage anywhere near me, I'll use his a*s like a gong.” She smacked a fist into her palm, mugging me fiercely for putting such an unpleasant image in her head. “Fucker.” She pushed m
