Page 55 of Bone’s Choice
“That’s cheating,” he cried.
“How the fuck is that cheating?” Dealer asked.
“Because Google has opinions.”
Dealer slowly turned toward him. “Google doesn’t have opinions.”
“You don’t know that.”
Dealer pushed away from the bar.
Taco immediately held up both hands. “Violence because you lost an argument is childish.”
“You haven’t won shit,” Dealer scoffed.
“Agree to disagree.”
“Sit the fuck down,” I muttered.
Taco sat. Dealer stayed standing for another second before dropping back onto his stool. Munch spooned another mouthful of cereal into his mouth.
“You got any more of that?” Rowdy asked as he walked in.
Munch looked down into his bowl. “No.”
“You’ve got half a box right next to you,” Rowdy pointed out.
“But this is mine.”
Rowdy grabbed the cereal box off the counter behind him.
Munch twisted on his stool. “Hey.”
“Club above everything,” Rowdy threw in his face.
Munch glared at Rowdy. “That doesn’t apply to my fucking Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”
“Pretty sure it does.”
Munch looked at me.
I stared back. “You’re on your own.”
He shoveled another spoonful into his mouth. “Leadership around here is bullshit.”
Humpty cuffed him across the back of the head.
Munch nearly dropped his spoon. “The fuck?”
“Prospects don’t criticize leadership,” he grunted.
“I was joking,” Munch insisted.
“Joke quieter,” Myth told him.
I shook my head and looked back at the laptop.
The club could be dealing with a decomposing corpse mysteriously delivered to our warehouse, and these assholes would still find time to fight over cereal.
