The jukebox pulsed loud and booming bass flooded the bar. People were getting shitfaced and a group of bikers started shit talking and harassing women. Then an uncle-daddy-inbred-bastard thought he could put his hands on the waitress, who happened to be Lindsey’s girl (the owner). “Come home baby, I’ll show you what a real cock feels like,” he said, as he tried to put his hand up her skirt. Fuck that. Baseball bat in hand, Lindsey took a swing at the cue-ball-headed motherfucker who disrespected Patsy.
(c) 2014 Caseyrenee Lopez
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