“Remember the part where he called me a slut?” I asked. “That is not a nice man.” The blonde with pink ends said, “Well, that's kind of their thing with girls. At least, Cain tends to be pretty… like, degrading, from what I’ve heard?” “Wow,” I said, “and how exactly are they still getting laid?” The brunette crinkled her nose. “I mean, have you seen them?” It was almost a valid point. But no, there was no excuse for that kind of behavior. That was their brand of toxic. “You all deserve better,” I grumbled. “And I deserve better.”
