Night Reigns

You’re apologizing? Seriously, what happened to you? Have you been taken over by a pod person?

Growling, Marcus put all of his strength behind his next swing, deflecting the blow meant to sever his head and snapping Roy's blade in two. Dumb ass. That's what happened when you puchased weapons off of cable shopping networks.

What did you think I would do? Ask her if I could braid her hair after we gave each other facials and painted our toenails? Marcus

Reordon,” a male voice came over the line. “Chris, it’s Marcus.” “Hey, man. How’s it going?” “Not that great. I wrecked my bike.” “Ah, hell. Not the Hayabusa.” “That’s the one.” “Please tell me it’s just a scratch.” Marcus studied the wreckage. “I’m sure if you sort through the debris, one or two pieces will have scratches on them.

That pronouncement went over about as well as an all-vegan buffet at a Cattlemen's Association dinner.