No Return
While Sean struggled to slide the frigging room card through the frigging slot, Jim threw an arm around his shoulders, resting all his weight on him.
“She’s my friend, dude,” he repeated. “Like you’re my bro and my friend.”
“Yeah, sure,” Sean grunted.
“She and I? Man, we’re the best friends in the world.”
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking liar. You fucked her, remember? And you fucking loved it.”
“Oh, well. We’re friends that happened to fuck once. That doesn’t make us any less friends.”
“You only fucked her once ‘cause she lives at the fucking end of the fucking world and you never saw her again.”