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She tossed the fur wrap onto the bar and grinned, feeling either crazy or happy, she didn’t knohich What she did knoas that the pressure on her chest was gone and she could finally breathe again She pushed her hair out of her face and then took another long drink The whiskey burned on its way down, but her tongue was pretty much numb to it after two shots of tequila and two stiff drinks

Danny paused in front of her, a rag in his beefy hand She glanced up “Shit, you lost a crap ton of hair, my friend”

His eyebrows rose so high it was co talkative And free And talkative

“You know, if you shaved that tuff of feathers off the top, hit the gyut, you’d make a hell-of-a lot more in tips”

His face flushed red, the jowly cheeks puffed up so onna blow “Who do you think you are girlie?” he rasped “Co like you’re the fucking Queen of England?”

“Danny,” she began slowly, because all of a sudden her tongue felt thick and she had to concentrate hard in order not to slur her words She couldn’t be drunk already…could she? Had she becoht?

“First off,” she said slowly, “the swearing is another reason you won’t e tips and secondly, don’t you knoho I am?”

He shook his head and crossed his arht as he frowned at her “Nope, never seen you before”

She tipped her glass back and finished it, sla she wanted another “Hmm, it’s been a while” She watched hied that much”

“Hot in reply

“I’ you used to have a lot more hair”

At his dark look she leaned forward “The good news is that bald guys are in Hell, Captain Picard froes St Pierre? You know

the UFC guy? Totally freaking hot”

His eyes narrowed and he stepped closer Bobbi knew she should just probably keep her ive a rat’s ass what she thought, but for soue seemed to have a mind of its own Just like the old days The ones she’d tried so hard to forget

She looked up pointedly, her expression intense “And honestly, you should feel pretty daot a really, really nice shaped head”