Chapter 77- Depends On Whose Asking

It was around six thirty p.m. when Amberleigh walked inside the crowded bar called the Bottoms’ Up. And that had certainly more than one meaning in a seedy joint like this. This place was a fuck em’ out by the dumpster in the back or in the bathroom kind of place. A real high class establishment for sure.

A couple women in the back corner were already dry humping and tonguing each other. Feeling the love and Christmas spirit. Hopefully that was all they shared with each other tonight. The herpes was going viral in The Fringe again, or so Amber had heard. It was the gift that kept on giving for sure. But on the bright side HIV was down to an all-time low, as the preventive drugs and condoms were given out in all the schools, churches, shelters, clinics, and food pantries. It was an initiative funded in part by The Godwin Foundation.

Amber scoped the place out, eyes alert for any signs of Giovanni. She noticed a man with potential near the jukebox. The old jukebox had a cracked scre