"No he doesn't," she grumbled, glaring at her empty glass. "Besides, he's been sleeping with the club girls. Cherry told me."
"Did she now..." I muttered, looking at the club girl who was all over Rubble right now.
Bonnie snorted. Loudly.
"Wow, bi.tch, she lied," she said, trying not to laugh anymore. "I literally saw her hit on Slider almost every single day, and he turned her down, rather rudely, every single time. She was tryin' to get under your skin. Slider is an id.iot. And if you want proof... I have a plan."
"A plan?" Riley asked, perking up. "What kinda plan?"
"Make him jealous," Bonnie said with a shrug. "Dance all over one of the brothers. He'll stop it and drag you back to your room. Stand your ground. Make him admit that he wants somethin' serious with you, or put a fine
