"I don't have a fucking clue," Stacey answered honestly, shrugging her shoulders. "The entire point is to have the art you've chosen displayed on your skin. But of course, that's just my opinion." She chuckled a little as he changed the topic, and said, "It's fine. If I didn't bitch about it here, I probably would have ranted at Zacharias as soon as I got home." Lifting her glass towards him in an imitation of a toast, she said, "Delicious as always. And you? I'm assuming you've got something, rather than sitting at the bar just for the hell of it."
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