Re: Loggything: Penny and Clementine
Penny had a view on hating people or things that was bigger than anything else. Like most of her views it was as wide as the world was and she had tried real hard to think before she used that word. She remembered hollerin after people how she hated them as a girl and then as a grown up seeing hate blow the legs off of people ten feet in front of her.
She differentiated as best she could when she could and left it at that. Penny smiled a bit, sleepily, "Where I come from the woman's gotta be drunk to be seen with any of the men to prepare for thirty seconds of rolling around in the back of a pick-up truck with swamp sized mosquitos biting your ass," she said obviously finding herself hilarious. Southern Belle she was not. "And if they didn't leave you drunk it means it took too damn long and you're gonna wake up with heat rash."
She shrugged, she didn't know how on earth she'd even start that conversation. "I ain't worried about you matchmaking, I'm spoken for," she said. "I think it would be weird. Then again I can't feel my teeth right now. And that's pretty weird too."