‘You know her,’ he shrugs nonchalantly. ‘Cass is always like that,’ he says winking at me, then lifts his beer to his mouth, and that’s when he fully ticks me off.
I lean over the table, grab the bottle from his hand and slam it on the table. His face twitches, he stares at me with narrowed eyes for a few seconds. I anticipate that he is going to throw the table at me, but at last he just licks his lips and leans back with a grin.
‘Hey mate, why are you so wound up? Haven’t you been laid recently?’
He’s winding me up. My hands make a fist, I don’t know how much longer I can stop myself from punching his face.
‘You know exactly that I haven’t, damn it. And for your own sake I can only hope that you haven’t either, or I swear, I will cut off your pecker and stuff it into your mouth!’
‘C
