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No. No, no, no, no, this is ALL WRONG and JUST NOT OKAY.
There is a teenage girl sitting at the Bar with her face in her hands, looking positively mortified about something (as teenage girls do), and taking occasional sips of--is that a virgin Shirley Temple?
"Bar, I'm only going to go over this one more time," she mutters, between clenched teeth. "I am thirty-nine years old. I will be forty next month. You're allowed to serve me alcohol. Please. If ever you liked me, even a little bit, for the love of god."
Well, this is curious. She doesn't LOOK forty.
Although patrons acquainted with one David Hodges, lab technician extraordinaire, might recognize that (now tragically oversized) blue lab coat she's wearing.
There is a teenage girl sitting at the Bar with her face in her hands, looking positively mortified about something (as teenage girls do), and taking occasional sips of--is that a virgin Shirley Temple?
"Bar, I'm only going to go over this one more time," she mutters, between clenched teeth. "I am thirty-nine years old. I will be forty next month. You're allowed to serve me alcohol. Please. If ever you liked me, even a little bit, for the love of god."
Well, this is curious. She doesn't LOOK forty.
Although patrons acquainted with one David Hodges, lab technician extraordinaire, might recognize that (now tragically oversized) blue lab coat she's wearing.