Russian God
“Yeah but that″ she pointed over to him. “Is a fucking beautiful specimen of a man he has to be an exception no?”
“No no exceptions.”
“You’re crazy like seriously crazy. When was the last time you even had sex?” Her hand was on her hip now another grasped around a bottle.
“Ages ago, but that’s irrelevant.”
“No it isn’t!” She nearly shouted. “Give him your number, let him fuck you silly and go on your merry way. Where is he from? He don’t look like many of the others.”
“Russia.”
“Oh shit his Russian?! Seriously Harper, nothing ventured, nothing gained.”