Re: Shelly and Lane and Open
Shelly snorted and rolled her eyes. "Melted ice is water," she told him matter-of-factly, rattling the glass in front of his face in demonstration. "And I've had plenty of it. I want another Fuzzy Blue Gobbler. It's my night off and I am just enjoying it." She brushed her long blonde hair behind one shoulder and drank noisily from the black straw. At his assertion that he would break the bull, she turned and looked at it dubiously, then back at him. "Someone is feeling a little big for their britches, aren't they?" she asked. "What's your name, anyway? I don't think I've seen you anywhere important."