They both looked away quickly hoping they wouldn’t suffer the same fate.
Secretly I smiled, I’d pushed Angie into the other pool table and now, I thought it was funny. I had plenty of fight in me when I needed it.
Coyote came over to me. “You okay? She was out of line for that one. Remind me not to get on the bad side of you,” he scoffed lightly with a raised eyebrow.
The consequence for my reward was a throbbing headache where Angie attempted to yank my hair from my scalp. I patted it to check all the strands were intact and not about to fall out. “She deserved it, she was getting on my goddamn nerves. She thinks she’s better than anyone else, her shit stinks just like everybody else’s does.” I scoffed. My heart rate was back to normal, but I was frowning.
Harper came over to see me.
Chalk was still over there talking to the blonde-haired gremlin, and I wanted to know why.
“She’s a shit stirrer, but she means well.”
Coyote didn’t even realize he was annoying me further by making that statement. I shot him a dagger stare.
The sides of his mouth sagged. “Sorry. My bad. Bad timing.”
“Sure is. She just better stay away from me and mine.” I folded my arms across my chest.
Harper rubbed my shoulder, turning me toward the bar. “Come on li’l lady. Me thinks you could use a drink. How about it?” she offered.
“Works for me. I think I need several,” I admitted.
This night was not going the way I’d hoped.