"Well, I wasn't sober for most of them," he said with a grin. 

"Riff Raff," Iggy chided as she sat down next to the barrel fire, where dinner was being dispersed. They had Chinese take out tonight. Nina was passing around a styrofoam container of lo mein.

Riff Raff shrugged. "Most of them hurt, yeah. They bleed afterwards, too. No one tells ya' that. And then they itch. Still not as bad as getting shot." 

"Ricky I swear to God if you scare Lydia with your gang stories, you're sleeping outside tonight." Iggy looked like she meant it, too.