Santa Fight Club
"That can't possibly be a thing," I said to my friend.
"It is," Derren said, punching his palm with his other fist. He was an angry gay man, he had beaten down plenty of assholes who had made fun of him when he was out with his boyfriend. Fit with rippling muscles, hitting the gym almost every day, I was sure he was messing with me. It wouldn't be the first time.
"And it's tonight? During the holidays?" I made sure to use that word simply because it annoyed him.
"During Christmas, yeah." He waved at me to come outside of the grocery store. "Come on."
I was holding my grocery bags, reusable bags only because I wanted to save the environment but was only willing to do the bare minimum. "But I haven't paid for these," I hushed at him.
He shrugged. "So? Live a little."
