Carmen’s Reviews > After Last Call > Status Update

Lola had just made it to the door when it swung open, revealing a familiar face.

Oh, shit!

"I thought you were a nice girl, but you're just a whore like all the rest of them."

Whoa, whoa, whoa there guy. Let's not get carried away here. I mean, pointing a loaded gun at her face is one thing. But calling her a whore? Really?

"So it's back to my original plan," Sam said. "I'm going to beat it out of him."

Sigh. Can we cut the stupid macho crap out now? That isn't going to work. I think he's got a little more clout than you. If you beat him up you are signing your own death warrant. Capisce?

He got down on his knees and pulled out a roll of shop towels and a can of paint thinner, proceeding to start cleaning the spray paint from her battered little car.

Wow, this is a man.

"What, did you get one of each?" She managed a wan smile.

"I didn't know what kind you liked."

"What if I don't like doughnuts?"

Now he smiled knowingly at her. "Nobody doesn't like doughnuts."

Ooooh, me! *waves arm wildly* ME! I don't like doughnuts!

She aimed the gun directly between Lola's eyes.

Wow, this woman has WAY too much drama in her life, for serious.

"After all, that little tramp brought everything on herself."

I can't believe you just said that. Moron.

Lola's fists clenched, imagining a girlfriend waiting for him in Boston, sitting home blissfully unaware while he trolled the bars in search of stupid vulnerable women.

It's YOU! You're the girlfriend! Hello?!

Even in the dim light she could see the surprise on his face. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Should I be?" she asked.

"Hey." He backed up with his palms raised. "I just wanted to make sure you got out of here okay."

I like this 'back up with palms raised' move.

Her traitorous body melted into his, limp and yielding...

UGH! Not her traitorous body!