False Romantic
The other man's face was already badly bruised and swollen, yet he continued to bellow some sort of manic tirade.
"That chick you were just talking to on the phone? A couple of years ago, when I was in university, she was a regular in my bed! She's the campus bicycle, everyone's taken her for a ride, and foreigners are her type! Killing me won't change the truth! I've got a bunch of her photos right here on my phone! Hey, you wanna watch a video together?!"
With a shaking hand, the heckler offered up his phone. Joseph's face flushed bright red, veins throbbing in his forehead.