"I am a pearl girl." Al admitted and then raised her eyebrows at Lorna's self-conscious blahs. "It isn't stupid to be mourning part of your body that'll never be the same again. I've known bitches that cried when their hair was cut too short. But," Alison began shifting her dress and put her stupid handbag on the counter of the ladies room. She hiked her dress up and exposed her belly. "Stabbed." She pointed with her just-freed hand. She turned around and tilted her head back. "Botched lipo." She faced Polaris again. Then she raised her leg and showed the back of her thigh to Lorna, also exposing her lower belly and crotchal area all the while. "That was from a broken glass bottle on the beach." Her dress dropped again.
"People get tattoos to show their stories..." She shrugged. "I think scars are way more telling. And fucking cheaper." Alison then turned, leaving her clutch on the counter, and entered a stall, not bothering to shut the door. She squatted, hovering, and began to pee. "I think it looks bad ass. What does your boyfriend say?" Her eyebrows raised up and down suggestively, slightly shifting her brunette wig. She righted it, then wiped. Or better yet, "Or your dad?" Her dress dropped again and she moved to wash her hands, leaning over where Lorna was lingering to get soap.