Love and War

"Well, well, well, If it isn't the slut of the decade."

I looked up and found Gwen, her hands clasped together. Somebody please tell me this bitch ain't begging to get slapped.

"Nice to see you too, Gwen."

"I keep telling Richard you are a no-good gutter whore, but he never believes me. I sent him a picture; maybe this time he will." She looked satisfied and smug. She threw a look in Victor's direction.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. You went from Richard to--- this. Well, typical. You can't put lipstick on a pig."

Victor sat relaxed in his seat, a smile creeping up his lips. I guess he could see the rage in my eyes and was waiting for some kind of drama to erupt.

I looked around the restaurant to see if I could get away with hitting the bitch and not get plastered on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper.

I looked in my still-full cup of ice cream. I groaned internally at what a waste it would turn out to be.