Viktorija and Justyne were silently talking between each other; when Durango and Millicent walked back into the building and taking their seats. Millicent caging Durango against the window and glaring at him; Durango was covered in bruises and most of them were pitch black in colour and Viktorija had only seen that shade of black on dead people.
“You look like s**t,” Viktorija told Durango.
“He’s used to it,” Millicent told Viktorija.
“I would imagine,” Viktorija told her; that’s what happened when you were pervert and perved on someone who could kick your ass into the ground. “Justyne and I have ordered dinner. Whiskey okay Durango? For your wounded pride, or would you like some meat with that?”
“What type of meat?” Durango asked ignoring her jab at his black and blue covered skin
