Mary might have made a joke about paying to see that kind of thing, but she could almost sense that it was probably best not to pick too much at that particular scab. She did, however, raise an eyebrow at Johnny.
"Okay, if you're going to be drinking eight bottles of booze, are you going to be okay with Evan if he comes home? Because there is no way I'm inviting a drunken fistfight into that house."
She did make a face that was halfway between a wince and an amused smile once Johnny summed up the situation. She nodded and tilted her head to look at him.
"That about sums it up. Though when you say it like that, my life sounds a whole lot weirder than I would have thought."
Then again, her normal on her very best day was usually the stuff of horror movies.