Strange Friends
Warren has some really odd friends. We went to the Bronze the other night to see this band called Never Cry Wolf that was playing there for the first time- and it was also a tribute to their band manager, a rather British white-haired vampire man named Spike, and his bride-to-be Tamara. The lead singer of Never Cry Wolf is a werewolf, incidentally... yes, they are strange friends Tamara was very pleased with the repeating crossbow design Warren had come up with- he gave it to her as a present for the party.
This blonde, bouncy girl that I was introduced to as "Bambi, the other slayer" took a hold of my arm and declared me a fashion victim, promptly dragging me off to the bathroom and spraying me with perfume, fixing my hair, and covering my face with makeup. Then she ripped my shirt down the front a bit so it showed cleavage, and drug me back to the table. I was so embarrassed, but darn it, that girl is strong! I guess that's what they mean by Slayer Strength.
When we got home, Warren said he thought I was pretty just the way I usually was. That really made me feel a lot better.
This blonde, bouncy girl that I was introduced to as "Bambi, the other slayer" took a hold of my arm and declared me a fashion victim, promptly dragging me off to the bathroom and spraying me with perfume, fixing my hair, and covering my face with makeup. Then she ripped my shirt down the front a bit so it showed cleavage, and drug me back to the table. I was so embarrassed, but darn it, that girl is strong! I guess that's what they mean by Slayer Strength.
When we got home, Warren said he thought I was pretty just the way I usually was. That really made me feel a lot better.