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Hope
Ipullinto the car parkand cut the engine, smiling asI glance overatFinn."We'rehere."
Heducksdown andglances out thewindow."Oh, fuck, Hope, really? I told you, no bingo. That’s what you get for showing me a guy’s arsehole being ploughed.”
“Fuck off. You made me watch that fucking film. We’re even.”
He huffs and folds his arms over his chest. “I thought we were getting Thai food anyway.”
"And,wewill,rightafterImake Opal my bitch."
"Dear god...she's pushingninety, Hope."
"And?"I open the doorand climbout.
"And..." Finnclamoursout of the car andpointsat thebillboard."It'sfucking bingo."
I glare at him. "You're so uncultured."
"Yes, becauseplaying bingo whilstneckingprune juiceis so cultured?"
I start walking towards the building and Finn follows."Don't let them fool you, they all smuggle the hard stuff in that shit."
"Dear god..." He just shakes his head and heads to the front of the bingohall.
I hook my arm through his. "We'regonnawin. I can feel it."
"Uh-huh."
He lets out an exasperated sigh. This is pretty much how it is with us, me constantly trying to drag him out of his apartment and him never knowingquite what I'll donextbuttolerating it.It'sbecauseI'mginger. He can't get enough of that shit.
We roundthe corner of the buildingand I see Opalstaggering in with her walker. She sees me andglaresatmethrough her bifocals.
"Jesus,it's that serious, is it?" Finn says,amusement in his voice.
"I'mgonnafuck her up."
"Again, Hope.She'sninety..."
"She's a saggy fucking cunt."
He stops dead in his tracks and stares at me. "It's true..."
"What's true?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him before losing focus and dropping my gaze to his thick biceps and chest. Damn, he'stoo hot to bein here.The ladiesfromthe book club are goingtowant to ridehim likea pack mule.
"That redheads have no soul.You justcalled someone'sNan asaggy fucking cunt."
I smile. "Aw, you say the sweetest things." I wrap my arm around his waist. He grabs the door and opens it, the smell ofthe laminatedcardshitting me andsendingme intoa high.
"Jesus fuck."He looks around the bingo hall, a scowl set on his pretty face. "I need a drink to get through this shit again."
I take a seat at one of the tables. "Can you get me a red bull. I need extra focus if I'm going to beather." It’s taking Opal three hours to get from her walker to her seat, and I glare at her the entire time she shuffles across the floor.
Finn just walks off shaking his head and mumbling.
I whip out my bingo cards from my handbag and dig around until I find my favourite pink dabber. The game starts before Finn gets back so I dab his numbers for him. The second he sits down, I shove his cards in front of him without looking up from my own.
