"What does that mean? What's wrong with my hair?" Tiny laughed, touching her slightly messy hair, running her fingers through it and detangling a few small knots. "It's not that bad!"
Sure, maybe it was unladylike to sit cross legged in a chair while wearing a dress that only fell to the knee, but Tiny wasn't a debutante anymore and no one could see, so what did it matter? But was her hair supposed to look a certain way?
She pushed her glasses up and then turned to smile at the server as Ben pointed out it was her turn to order. Sweetcheeks was another nickname she didn't mind. "Oh, um. How about a mango margarita? How about a whole pitcher? Since it'll be on Ben anyway. Thanks!"
Tiny wasn't certain she could take more hotsauce than Ben, but she did like spice. Still, if she lost, she had the money and she wouldn't mind. She just wanted to have fun meeting someone new. She'd been spending too much time alone, and Ben seemed nice enough.