#privateempire

“Get into a fight?” she asked walking over and pulling on a pair of gloves, gently removing the man’s hand from his nose and throwing the bloodied gauze away to inspect the damage. “Who won?” she asked with a light smile. 

“Maybe if you didn’t drink every night, you might remember things a little more and you wouldn’t have to pay off your teachers to give you good grades.” Beth said, raising an eyebrow at the bed-ridden, hungover Colton in front of her.

“This is bullshit, Collins!” Beth shouted to him, “I’m not even that drunk! I swear you throw me in here because you love having me around.” Beth said, setting the mug down. 

“So, here’s the deal.” Beth started, “I’ve been planning this trip since I started college and I’ve been saving up and I figured Mr. History Buff would wanna come with so you, me and a trip to Rome, what do you say?” Beth grinned.

Beth rubbed Jason’s shoulders softly, leaning over him and kissing his head. “Maybe if you went running with the pack a little more, you wouldn’t be so tense. You don’t have to stay around with me all the time. I’m a big girl, I can look over the house for a few hours.” Beth told him.

Beth sat and watched as Mason punched at the bag. “You know, you can sit this one out. You got a pretty bad beating the other day. Give yourself a weekend to heal.” Beth mumbled, poking at her takeout.

“Can’t you see we’re having a conversation, bitch?” He said. Beth opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it, closing her mouth and walking upstairs.