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She took one look at her hair and her tattoos and made a judgement, and then had to blab about it like a fucking bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else for some reason. Something flares inside me. It’s anger, with something else mixed in. Something old and bitter that I don’t even want to think about, so I focus on being pissed off that she’d think River is just some hooker.
Before anyone can stop me, I follow her and her friends, walking up to her with the usual charming smile on my face. She looks startled for a second, then eyes me and smiles back.
“Can we help you?”
I turn the smile up a notch, even though it doesn’t reach my eyes. “I was just standing over there when you passed by,” I say. “And I couldn’t help but admire your necklace.” It’s the first thing I think of, and on someone else, it would be nice. Diamonds and a big emerald pendant that matches the green of her dress. “It’s stunning, but I bet it’s your own natural beauty that really brings it out.”
“Oh,” she says, giving me a simpering smile. “You’re too kind. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. When I see something so beautiful, I have to say something. That’s just the way I am. Can I ask where you got it from?”
“It was a gift,” she answers. “From my husband.” Then her smile turns sly, and I can feel her raking her eyes over me, clearly attracted. “But he isn’t here tonight.”
I push my glasses up with my index finger. “I see. I have one more question, then.”
She steps forward, eyes intent. “Go ahead.”
“How many times did you suck his dick before he bought it for you?” I keep the smile on my face, and it takes a second for her to catch up to what I actually said.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. It was an exchange, right? You basically whore yourself out to him for fancy jewelry and nice cars and all that shit? Just like the rest of the gold digging wives in your circle. So when you think about it, you’re not that much better than a common hooker, are you?”
The woman gapes at me, face flushed. She looks shocked and flustered, like she has no idea what to say. Her friends splutter indignantly on her behalf, and probably on their own behalf too if I had to guess.
I can think of plenty more to say to them, but before I can, someone latches onto my arm.
River.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she hisses.
I just shrug, but I don’t put up a fight as she starts to drag me away.
