“Hey, fuck the police,” he says.
“What did you say?” she asks. “Want to say that to my face?”
“No. I’m fucking fucking with women.”
“Again,” she asks. “What did you say?”
“Come here,” she motions. She places a hand on his shoulder.
“No, fuck you, ho.”
She reaches around his head, bringing him into a side hug with the inside of her elbow. She flexes her right bicep around his neck. The joints of her fingers tickle his mouth as they softly punch his cheek.
“What did you want to tell me?”
“That’s what I thought.“