The two got themselves to Clarke’s. Alana’s black jeans were torn. Her hair was a mess. Marc was not better.
They stared at each other. Neither was in the mood for another fight.
Alana ordered a Sierra Nevada and a burger. She was not being good to her faith. In fact, she was becoming faithless. Marc ordered fish and chips with a Stella. He knew it wasn’t kosher. But he knew it was a kosher fish and potatoes are potatoes. At least, the bottled beer was fine.
“Well, good boy what’s up with us? Oh and Jen???”
Marc smiled, as he sipped his brew. He planted his fork into the codfish.
She was about to smash her bottle of beer on Marc’s head, when a fight broke out at the bar. The two looked at each other. They had no desire to stop the fight.
In their minds, they both knew they were either going to fight each other and have makeup sex. Or just fight.
They ate, sipped their beers, split the tab, and left.
They embraced before heading to the train station.
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