Opal

my left, there was a blur of brown racing away from me. Most likely a deer or, knowing my luck, a chupacabra.

“Don’t be. Chad and I are having fun and seriously, what’s the point in anything if you ain’t having fun? That’s my motto in life.”

Let your inner stripper come out and play.

“And my fist is begging to be in your face,”

I rolled my eyes at the mafia reference. “Trust is a two-way street.”