Ben’s POV
“YOU WOMANIZING BASTARD!” I yelled at the fucker, the whiskey I had been sipping finally giving me enough courage. “You have June Tulip Crawford, the prettiest girl in town, and you can’t even keep it in your pants to be faithful?!” I sloshed some of the whiskey from the bottle I had brought, P.J. Actively trying to get me to leave.
“S-sorry Hank! He’s not normally like this!” He tried to give excuses for me, but I wasn’t having any of it.
“And you!” I brandished the bottle at Jubilee, sloshing more liquid. “You harlot! Aren’t you going steady with Bert O’Shea now? Aren’t you marrying him tonight like ya said? And here ya are; f*****g June Crawford’s husband!” I threw the bottle down, sending glass all over the clothing that was spread on the floor.
“You’re marrying an O’Shea
