i’m with bowcat
She dipped and dived behind the bar, her platinum blonde bob swaying as she swerved between taps and customers. Her Creeper covered feet stormed gracefully across the floor of the bar to the beat of 50 Cent which blasted through the sound system. Her friends arrived and she wrapped her heavily tattooed arms around them and smiled enthusiastically as they caught up with each other’s stories. Though her characteristics matched those of so many others who populated the same bar, she stuck out from the rest. She exuded confidence and personality. She was interesting, you could talk to her for hours about everything and nothing and she would entertain you. I couldn’t pin her down. Every piece of her was different and while it felt as though nothing went together, everything fitted perfectly.
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