"Josie runs a professional bar," Matt argued in defense of his friend. "I'm pretty sure that no, she doesn't just have people fucking in the breakroom and her office. Are you saying nobody's ever fucked at the penthouse? If anybody has ever fucked there, than you can't complain about people fucking anywhere else - especially claiming that my friend violates health codes that residential homes aren't held to regarding standards." He was exhausted and more than a little heated at the implication that Josie ran a shithole. She didn't. Well, not in that sense. Only in the best sense of being a neighborhood dive. Josie held a lot of respect though for her place, and Matt respected that. He had no doubt that the public bathrooms had seen some action, but not that the rest of the place was some sex pit.

Plus it wasn't just sex that was an issue, even if Kate always made everything about sex. People just walked in and out of bathrooms all the time, people pissed and shit in them. While drunk. They puked in them. Going barefoot in a public bar bathroom was gross for so many, many reasons.

Hearing Lucky whine, Matt moved to sit lean off of Kate's lap. He was now mostly lying on the floor of the car, but he could reach Lucky to pet him a little. Low, near the gear shift, so his hand wouldn't be seen.

"Well, it wasn't a good plan," he muttered. A part of him debated just getting out of the car and walking to Josie's, that might be more pleasant than dealing with the two women he was dealing with right now. He wasn't sure he could subject Lucky to being left alone like that, though. "It's okay, boy. It's all right."