<strong>Francesca "Frankie" Satriale</strong><br/><br/>“You didn’t finish your beer,” I said to the new girl. “What, are you too fucking good for the rest of us? Hang out for a bit, relax. We’re just fucking with you, newbie … what’s your name, by the way?”<br/><br/>I kicked out one leg in front of the stupid bitch, blocking her path. She could still leave, but she’d have to step around me to do it … and I didn’t think she would. I took another belt of the Scotch – it was cheap shit, one step above paint thinner – and nodded towards the stool where she’d just been sitting.<br/><br/>“Take a seat. Like I said, relax.”<br/><br/>No way this stuck-up cunt was going to leave. Not yet. Not until me and the rest of the girls had managed to have a little fun with her first.