"You should ask Callum about how dangerous I am with nun chucks." Jo grinned and swiped lip gloss across her lips for the thousandth time. "That was one bloody day."
Carbonated dinner choked me. I coughed into my hand and stared at Jo like she'd morphed into recycled cardboard. "Say what?"
Jo dropped onto the couch next to me. "I split his head wide open. He had to get twelve stitches." She grabbed the remote from the coffee table and flipped through the channels. "Maybe there's a karate movie on to help me reenact my skills for you." As always, the TV was muted so we could make up our own dialog.
"Are you really bringing your nun chucks tonight?"
She stared at the flickering images racing across the TV screen while tapping the buttons on the remote. "Yep. If anyone tries to wake the dead, it'll be a bloody night."
I squeezed my can until the metal popped and took another drink. "You can say that again."