Log: Penny and Clementine @ Bingo Night
Clementine, she'd grown in a place smaller than this, and she knew Penny's folks came from someplace real similar. Clementine being rich, it didn't mean she was city, and that was plenty evident in the way she talked. Her daddy, he hadn't wanted her to lose her accent, despite her momma crying buckets 'bout the fact that no one did become famous with a twang like was cultivated at home, not in modern cinema. But Clementine's daddy, he'd liked his baby girl's little Southern lisp, and her daddy, he always got whatever he wanted. So, Clementine sounded South as she was, even if she'd been raised on nannies and silver spoons.
And being South, it meant she was real familiar with how folks did social things. Back home, bingo was held at the church, and there wasn't a bit of drinking. But this place, it was just like a damn church, just without any crosses reminding folks that some man in a diaper had died for their sins. And, sure as the day was long, it was proof of how bored Clementine was, the fact that she'd ended up here, of all damn places, looking herself to have herself a good time.
Clementine, she was dressed up real pretty, real inappropriate, and she was just tickled over that. Her dress was bright, and she wore a white fur over it, and there wasn't a bit of chance she and Penny weren't going to be whispered about all damn night. And that was before Penny went asking 'bout mud wrestling.
It was going to be a real good night.
Clementine found them a spot at the center of the hall, where they were near everyone, and where every damn person could see them good. She slipped off that dead critter, and she crossed bare thighs in daring pink.
She waited until Penny sat on down, and then she took that fat old bingo card marker, like she was real professional at this whole damn bingo thing. "I hope you know, Penny Ross, that I'm planning on wiping this floor with your ass, sugar."
She winked.
Around them, folks whispered, on account of none of them having a clue who Clementine even was. Not a Repose resident, and that was for certain, but that truth didn't carry past cupped ears.