The Devil's Nest, Saturday, January 28th
Bo was waaaay too smart to fall for the "Tiny drank it, therefore it's safe" trap this time. Or she would have been, if Tiny were actually here and trying it out on her.
Instead of Tiny, there was a woman looming beside the doorway who was incredibly tall, incredibly butch, and ... kind of cute in a terrifying way. There was a hand-lettered Hi, My Name Is sticker affixed to her impressively mountainous chest.
It said Tina.
It fooled no one.
Bo owed Tiny one or five, though, so she was keeping her mouth shut, enjoying the extra three inches of height her new boots afforded her, and finally filling out that damned OKStupid profile on her phone. For the LOLs.
"The first things people usually notice about me..."
Yeah, she looked down.
Then she looked across the bar.
"Depends. Is 'Tina' in the room?"
[Open like an open bar. Except for the part where the booze isn't free.]
Instead of Tiny, there was a woman looming beside the doorway who was incredibly tall, incredibly butch, and ... kind of cute in a terrifying way. There was a hand-lettered Hi, My Name Is sticker affixed to her impressively mountainous chest.
It said Tina.
It fooled no one.
Bo owed Tiny one or five, though, so she was keeping her mouth shut, enjoying the extra three inches of height her new boots afforded her, and finally filling out that damned OKStupid profile on her phone. For the LOLs.
"The first things people usually notice about me..."
Yeah, she looked down.
Then she looked across the bar.
"Depends. Is 'Tina' in the room?"
[Open like an open bar. Except for the part where the booze isn't free.]