"More like my dad is, but yeah. Anyhoo... Yer girl is shacking up with some smokeshow named Penny, and just being all depressed and hiding away in bookstores." Bea told her, sighing. Poor Amber was pining over this woman so much Bea couldn't even think about trying to sleep with her.
"C'mon. I'll take you to them. We got a LOT to talk about. You ain't gonna BELIEVE this place..."