Boyd pulled Hannah to the bar, and she slipped off her sneakers as she ordered them both lemon drops. She hadn't even managed to get the order out before a couple of local college boys offered to make it a double, and Boyd slipped her fingers through Hannah's soft blonde hair as she agreed. She crawled up onto a stool and then onto the bar, sitting in front of her friend as they waited for the drinks, pretending to listen to what the boys were saying, even though she didn't much care.
She tugged Hannah back between denim-spread thighs (her friend's back against her own chest), and she leaned forward and whispered close and loud in Hannah's ear to be heard over the music. "Ain't it grand?" she asked, petting Hannah's bare shoulders as the shots were handed to them.
The lemon drop slid down her throat like liquid sugar, and she accepted the offer of another set of doubles for them, and when the boys handed them both tiny foil masks of their own, she accepted hers with a giggle.