“You’re right. No way to prove anything. And even if, so? I figure someone giving a little push here and there to even up the odds is nothing compared to what I saw out there.” Sheri shuddered, taking a long swig from her glass. “On top of drinks and dinner, maybe you should also spring for the therapy I’m gonna likely need after all that. I’m gonna have nightmares, I just know it.”

Deadblood laughed, waving the waitress over for another round.

“I’d say you handled it well for the first time out. If anything, this whole evening should make you not even bat an eye at anything else life could possibly throw at you.”

“Heh, I don’t know about that, Champ. You seem to attract more than your fair share of trouble I’d say, and here I am hanging out with you. Might as well just paint a fucking target on my back. Could be a good look for me.”

“Never a dull moment, for sure,” Deadblood nodded as the waitress whisked off his empty glass and replaced it with another frosty mug of beer. “But like I said, we came out on top, and no reason to believe that it will ever be otherwise.”

“Cocky as always, aren’t you, Champ? I guess I can’t argue though, brag away. At least for tonight, tomorrow I’ll be the first to call you an arrogant bastard,” Sheri stuck her tongue out teasingly, before starting in on her second rum and coke.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for one damn minute. But yeah, thanks, again.”