"The impertinence!"
"Yeah!" he drunkenly agreed, raising his wine glass. "He should be castrated! That's what should be done with men that can't keep their things inside their pants!"
"How dare he told me not to drop the call because he wanted to hear my voice!" she stood up from the couch, waving her arms trying to make her point. She's holding a bottle of wine and has been drinking straight from it. The wine glass has been abandoned since they opened the second bottle of wine.
"Like mofo, you can't even remember rolling in bed with me! You called my name in the peak of your passion, and yet you talk to me like I am a nobody!" she dropped herself on the couch, stifling a sob.
"Hey, Little Jessie. Don't cry, the bastard doesn't deserve it!" He put down his wine glass and sat beside her on the couch.
She crawled in his chest and went all out ugly cry.
