Red Dog yelled down the hall, “You save up your money, Green, and maybe someday you can park a van outside and use it as a guestroom.” More laughter followed. “Shut the fuck up, dickhead. Your ol’ lady will be my first guest,” Green hollered back at him. Red Dog bolted off the barstool, barreling down the hall. Crash held him back at the doorframe. “Let me at the little fucker!” “Relax, Dog. He’s too ugly for Mary to touch.”
