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“Do you know of any good tattoo parlors?”

SMASH

I sat up froun directly in the face of… “Goddamn it, Helen! I could have killed you!”

“Don’t worry, I’e of ht leather Aladiator sandals, arloves, and even the damn crown tucked under dark-brown curls “I know! I look a! I would have killed it at Fall Con this year!”

Without a word to her as she sat down next to me, I flic

ked its that hovered overback to her

“Helen… It’s two in ,” I whispered

“And it’s seven in thein London,” she went on as if she did not see the proble her time to unzip her sandals and one by one take of her costume accessories “Fall Con, starts at ten All week I’ve been stuck in businessto old farts try to explain to me, to me, of all people, Helen B Callahan,”

“B?” I paused as an to wake up “You don’t have a middle name…”

“Rub it in, why don’t you,” she pulled off her ar them on the floor “The B stands for badass Helen Badass Callahan”

“If you have to tell people you’re a badass, the chances are you aren’t as badass as you ht think”

“Man, you’re cranky” She pouted, tossing her shin guards next

“I should be! It’s two in the !”

“Was it the sa? You looked sad”

“Get out”