He was slithering about the event working people up with his words, like a hissing snake in the grass, hustling the room for money, with his new found honey by his side.
I slunk in the front door in my ruby red revenge shoes, arriving fashionable late with a gorgeously mad woman in her killer dress and a rack that is stacked by my side.
"Let's go start some shit!" She screamed in the parking lot.
"Oh fuck, his ride is here..." I yelled back.
"Jesus Christ Ryan, who the fuck cares!? Fuck him and the ride he rode in on, and fuck his new creep of a jeep, his new dicked down Joe!"
"You're right sweetie, let's go give them a show!"
Turned out we were all putting on a show that night, with half of the most popular people in town, booked up stuffed shirts throwing money around, all dancing about the floor, making a fuss and sloshing back booze, bidding on local art raising funds for the museum. It promised to be a sloppy night, a sexy and sickening night of disappointments, deep dishes of gossip and greasy groping.
"Oh my God, Ryan, I just ran right into your ex. He got all up in my face and was all like, 'I hear you are his wife now. I hope you can give it to him up the ass, cuz you know he loves that, right?!' And I was like, 'Oh my God eww and gross get out of my face with that nasty ass grin, you smell like nasty cheesy feet and gin!'"
She cackled her wicked, maniacal signature laugh and went on to say more about the man who once loved me.
"It's funny he called you a faggot tonight, when he's the biggest faggot this little town has ever seen, the bald ass aging queen. That Joe is too good for him, he's probably a micro penis power bottom that has a job as a chef at a semi classy restaurant. He's too pretty and prissy for him, sucked into his lies I see. They won't last long and he'll be back here living with his Mom trying too hard at real estate. I'm glad I'm not fake like that, am I?"
"Yes, you are. You're a fake ass bitch, and you know it!"
"That's why I love you Ryan, you tell me the God damn truth! Now let's go start some more shit!"
"After you my fine lady..."
Later in the evening and far across the room came more juicy smack talk...
"I'm doing my best to stear clear of that dumb ass queer bait homo faggot fudge packer. If I get too close to him I'm gonna smash his pretty little face in, I can't believe he has the gall to show his sexy ass self inside my walls..."
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