[Stiles...she wants to ask what a stiles is, but Lydia says it's a guy. It's a fucking weird name for a guy...
Weird enough to strike a chord.
Purely on a hunch, she lifted a foot to rest on the seat of the booth, bending to tap her instep...where a tattoo of a baseball bat is on full display, shaded in grey and in a vaguely comic strip style.]
It's supposed to be aluminum. I was drunk when I got it, but my girlfriend said I kept insisting that aluminum was better than wood.