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Molly had finally saw the door the other day, so she was able to go home.
She came back in with some money from her account to cover her tab.
However as soon as she entered the bar, her simple outfit of a jumper and jeans changed to a step dancer's traditional dress, and there were now green, white, and orange ribbons in her hair.
She blinked and glanced down at herself, "What the fuck is this?" She stomped over to the bar, her tap shoes clicking loudly on the floor.
She paid her tab, and asked, "I don't step dance, what the hell is this?" She just got a shamrock shaped card saying, 'Happy St. Patrick's Day!'
"Oh, for fuck's sake, we don't do this. Most just go to church. Can I lose this?" The outfit didn't change, but she was offered some tea. Irish Breakfast. It'll have to do.
She came back in with some money from her account to cover her tab.
However as soon as she entered the bar, her simple outfit of a jumper and jeans changed to a step dancer's traditional dress, and there were now green, white, and orange ribbons in her hair.
She blinked and glanced down at herself, "What the fuck is this?" She stomped over to the bar, her tap shoes clicking loudly on the floor.
She paid her tab, and asked, "I don't step dance, what the hell is this?" She just got a shamrock shaped card saying, 'Happy St. Patrick's Day!'
"Oh, for fuck's sake, we don't do this. Most just go to church. Can I lose this?" The outfit didn't change, but she was offered some tea. Irish Breakfast. It'll have to do.