I didn’t quite catch what was said next, but Johnny leaped out of his seat and stalked to the back of the bus, so I presumed it was of the explicit variety. I didn’t dare look. Instead, I kept my head down and my gaze trained on my trembling hands. “The fuck you say about her?” “I was messing… Ah, fuck, stop! Jesus, relax! It was a joke.” “Am I laughing, Robbie?” “Relax, Cap.” “Am I fucking laughing, asshole?” “No. Christ—ouch! Stop.” “Do you think she’s laughing?” “No.” “No,” Johnny sneered. “Don’t push me again, ya little culchie bollox.” “Sorry.” “Say it again.” “I’m sorry, Johnny—” “To
...more
