Chapter Four
Stacy took her dad to the pub Friday evening, thank goodness. They both came home pretty early, but suitably tanked. Drunk Stacy made no mention of Savannah walking in on a n***d Eric, so he must not have told her.
“Drinking with your dad?” Savannah chuckled when Eric was in the washroom. “I think you’ve reached a new low.”
Stacy let out a huge burp and opened a bag of barbeque chips. “Dad’s funny when he’s wasted. He was flirting with these drama sluts and they’re all like, Wow, you’ve got great hair! Dramsies are such fake-a*s lame-wads.”
Savannah’s gut clenched at the idea of Eric flirting with other girls. “Didn’t that bother you?”
Stacy crammed a handful of chips in her mouth. When she spoke, shards of deep-fried potato fell out. “It’s not like he was f*****
