Antigone needn't have worried; Bia was neither squeamish nor easily deterred when her interest was piqued, and this tiny intense girl was definitely the most interesting person she'd met all night. The drink was a welcome bonus, though. "Hey, thanks man! Next one's on me."
Once the bartender had fixed them up, she turned back to Antigone's words. "Angry feminist blog, huh?" One corner of her mouth tugged upward in a lopsided grin. "So I fuck 'em up with fists and you fuck 'em up with words. That's rad." Bia nodded, seemingly pleased with this discovery. A lot of the specifics of contemporary feminist discourse might have passed her by, but folks fighting for justice? That was totally something she could get behind.
The second part of that answer had been an eyebrow-raiser, though, and she had to ask, "Your mom burns through a lot of kids or something?"