Author's Note: Lol, here's another 'half-chapter'. Oh, I am mean. Keep the reviews coming!
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John noticed for the first time that Chas was shirtless as he slowly looked around, horrified. He stepped away from the woman automatically.
"John-" he began, urgently.
"Don't fucking speak to me," John growled. He looked at Chantelle. "You- are you a prostitute?"
Slowly, she nodded. She appeared scared, though not as much as Chas.
"Are you owed money?" John asked.
She shook her head. "Is this- I mean, should I leave now?"
"Get the hell out of my apartment, lady," John said coldly.
Chantelle didn't wait to be asked twice. She hastily pulled on her trenchcoat and shoes, looking confusedly between the two men. Chas was staring, ashamed, at the sink. John couldn't look at him.
He walked Chantelle to the door. He opened it and jerked his head.
"Don't be too angry with him," she said suddenly, in a tiny voice, as she left. "I mean- he was sad, and drunk-"
John shut the door in her face.
He didn't want to return to the kitchen, face Chas, but what choice was there? Sighing, he walked back through. Chas was still standing perfectly still.
"Let me explain, John," he begged.