Rose paused for a moment, then sputtered a laugh at the joke, that hadn’t really been funny, except it had, because she had said that, and for some reason that just made it exceptionally funny. She didn’t even notice the ease with which she tilted her head back and downed the shot she had just been given. “It’s țuică,” she said. “Tzwee-ka,” she enunciated, slowly. “Good dick,” she agreed raising a finger to point that out, “elegant fingers and broad shoulders, and she needs good boobs and long legs. Long legs. Oh, and pouty lips, just a little to…” Rose pouted her lips slightly, just showing the sort of sultriness she liked in a woman’s lips.
“Also,” Rose repeated, mimicking Susan when she leaned forward to hear what she had to say. She squinted slightly at her friend, trying to determine what she was getting at, then held up a finger. “First of al- well, Dennis at work. He’s always at work, so no surprise there, but first of all, you couldn’t secretly be Dennis, because he does not have that interest and appreciation for witches that you do. And second, if you say that Rolf’s the lovely person you could see me with, I say try again, because everybody knows that, so no surprise there. Let’s be original here.”