“Where the hell have you been!?” Jared shouted as Charlie came into the room. “Do you know what fuckin’ time it is?”
Charlie could tell Jared had been drinking. He didn’t often get pugnacious when he was drunk. Usually it only happened when he was feeling guilty about something, and in this case it could be that he was.
“Yes, Jared, I know what time it is. I’ve been at the bonfire.”
“Well, I know that fuckin’ sing-a-long was over hours ago. Bunch a guys came to the saloon after,” Jared slurred. “B’sides, Rick and Richard tole me you were hangin’ out with Mr. Muscles all evening.”
“So what if I was?” Charlie said defensively.
“I’ll tell you what,” Jared said, walking over to him and waggling his finger in Charlie’s face. “You’re my boyfriend and I don’t like being cheated on!”
“Chea
