Tsking, Bunny glided to the bar. “Banishment? You don’t even know what you’re up against, are you sure you want to piss me off?”
She sat on one of the bar stools. She looked hot, like the night they met. “I’d like a tequila please.”
DB frowned, “I don’t have tequila, but if you’re going to be a regular guest I can pick some up.”
“If you’re going to be that way, then I’ll just leave.” She gracefully stood up. “Are you sure? Because I can help you.”
(what do you do?)
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