Slash or Smash (Festive ASF)

by Dee Garcia

I realize I’m just over the party scene. My 20s were full of it, and while I wouldn’t change a thing about that era, I’m in my 30s now. I want to experience new things and make fresh memories that don’t include me being drunk off my ass and having a nasty hangover the day after.

I note a mammoth of a man behind the counter—and he’s in a fucking Ghostface mask. If it wasn’t for Audrey pinching the back of my arm and tugging me along, I might have made friends with the floor.

Either I have a few too many screws loose or I read too much smut for my own good. Probably both.