"What, this?" Iman glances down at the appendage as though she'd forgotten it was there. "Can just take it off, no problem. How do you think I shower?" She looks back up at Greta, grins (only a little cheeky), and takes a nice, lingering sip.
Time seems to move unusually fast. Small talk becomes easier the further they get into their drinks, especially after the third round. Iman hasn't had food in a while and Greta seemed already a little punchy to begin with. For better or for worse, they're both drunk.
"I'm gonna do it," she affirms, brazen and maybe a little overenthusiastic. "Gonna teach you what to know. No, do. What to do. Know what to do. How to knock a guy down on his ass. That'll teach him. I'll teach you now! Come on. Upsy-daisy." She slides off her stool, reaching out to guide Greta by the arm. She's being a first class dork but it's okay. Greta likes her and it's okay. She just knows that somehow.
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Time seems to move unusually fast. Small talk becomes easier the further they get into their drinks, especially after the third round. Iman hasn't had food in a while and Greta seemed already a little punchy to begin with. For better or for worse, they're both drunk.
"I'm gonna do it," she affirms, brazen and maybe a little overenthusiastic. "Gonna teach you what to know. No, do. What to do. Know what to do. How to knock a guy down on his ass. That'll teach him. I'll teach you now! Come on. Upsy-daisy." She slides off her stool, reaching out to guide Greta by the arm. She's being a first class dork but it's okay. Greta likes her and it's okay. She just knows that somehow.