"Ye did," she said. She rolled her open eye. It hurt. The bottle hit her in her shoulder, after she fumbled it. Depth perception, one eye -- the result was the same so she didn't put up a fuss about it. She finished up the one he'd handed her and went to work opening the new one.
What'd he want? He thought after they shared some fists and bruises she was going to tell her life story? What'd that even matter, anyways? It didn't affect her work, and that was all that was between them.
Work.
The bottle was empty by the time he returned.
What'd he want? He thought after they shared some fists and bruises she was going to tell her life story? What'd that even matter, anyways? It didn't affect her work, and that was all that was between them.
Work.
The bottle was empty by the time he returned.
