'...OH YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!' Rafel blanched.
Cora rose with no smile whatsoever. "You the bitch troubling my man?"
She didn't wait for a reply.
CRACCKKK!!!
That empty wine bottle descended—butt-first, on the women's splashy orange head.
"—TAKE THAT, UPPITY BITCH!"
"Ow!" The ensuing yowl made the other girls erupt to their feet. Boobs danced—white melons flashing in her leap, very typical of Aya Naamah. But no one was looking at jumping breasts.
This new girl who had just materialized stole everyone's breath away, as much as she annoyed them. Rafel heard the bottle descend for the split second Cora's hand dropped. But his eyes still hurt and it seemed like he'd gotten a cement brick for a brain. "Ow! What in the devil—" said the new girl again, clutching to her head. She stared up at Cora. "You fucking cunt!"
Cora looked unbothered, her spine straighter than a Ballroom primadonna. "You fucking bitch."