The vein on her forehead really did look like it was going to explode. It was dead blue against her pale skin and made her look zombie-like. Of course, she was yelling her lungs out and making sure every neighbor within ear's reach could hear us. Her lips were moving but all I could hear was a broken record. I was too busy playing Ping-Pong between her flaring nose and her volcanic vein.
She finally stopped to take her breath and I snapped out of my daze.
Madison called Claire to congratulate her about my new gig with Femme and Claire was ecstatic. When Claire asked her about just how big my pay check would be, Madison told her I asked for none. She got so mad at me and knew exactly where to find me to give me a piece of her mind, and some of her saliva along with it. Luckily, I dragged her all the way into our apartment before someone called the cops on us.
