“So… The whore decided to show up.” Sylvia snickered from behind you, over the noise of the party at Buck’s.

“And so did the bitch.” You thought to yourself, clenching your fist.

“Whaddya doing here, whore?” She says, taking a swig of her beer.

You turn to her, trying to remain calm. “I came here with my boyfriend.” You say cooly.

“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”

“He dumped your sorry ass five months ago.” You snort.

“At least my ass is better looking than yours.” She huffs.

You stand up. “What was that.”

“My ass,” she smiles. “Is better looking than yours.”

“More guys have grabbed my butt tonight that you’ll ever have in your life!”

And she knocks flat in a tackle.

She starts pulling at your hair, clawing at your face, muttering things like “dirty whore” and “bitchy slut”.

And you fume. You knock her to the side so you’re on top. You slap her. “Don’t you talk bad about me again., you hear? Dally left you and decided to move on to bigger and better things, with nicer asses than yours!”

You feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you off Sylvia.

“Hey, cool it.” His voice says in your ear.

You were all jazzed up, fights got you that way.

“She deserved it, the bitch.” You mutter.

“Babe, I gotta admit, that was hot.” He grins.

“Really?”

“Yeah, actually. A turn on.” He laughs, pushing you up against the wall, leaning in.

“Wait!” You say. He draws back, concerned with what you have to say.

“Is my ass better looking than hers?”

He smiles. “Yes, a lot better.” He says, reaching behind you and placing a hand on it.

And now leans in, to start off a wild night at Bucks.