Rescue Mission at The Litter Box

Inside The Litter Box, the music was back on, but the tension

was thicker than day old oatmeal. Cherry was comforting Hot Dog with a massage. “I’m a lover not

a fighter, Baby. I put cheeks in seats, not bodies in sheets!”

That’s when Roxanne and Jett swaggered into the club like they were the afterparty. "Clawthorn's finest!"

Hot Dog smiled. "Does that bazooka come with a frequent-shooter card?" “Well,

Cherry texted it was an emergency and to bring the big guns.” “Mission accomplished,” Jett

said, cracking her knuckles. “My explosions should come with theme music!” “You ARE

the theme music, Jett.” "Cherry, who were those guys anyway?" "The Cartel if you