‘Would you fuck a chick with a fake leg?’

I snorted into my beer mid-sip, fizzy nectar stinging the back of my throat. Aaron is staring at me, eyes wide, grinning a half-crooked grin, his head tilted to the side with puppy-like inquisitiveness. A cigarette dangled limply from the corner of his mouth, it’s wilted end a flaky orange ember.

‘Dunno,’ I replied after a ...