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“Alright, so,” Dazzler sighs, running a hand through her hair as she prepares to tell the story.
“I was at the club last night where I met this really cute gal, I’d say we hit it off quite well, but then at some point, we — or, well, I got too drunk, and we somehow ended up at a tattoo shop.”
Time for a Show-And-Tell, as Alison extends her right arm, revealing a gigantic, bold tattoo, still healing. “I guess I got her name and her number tattooed on my arm to prove how much I liked her.”
“We went our separate ways afterwards, I reckon, ‘cause I woke up in my hotel alone, and also,” she adds. “It’s not her contact. I tried. That’s the delivery number for Joe’s Pizza.”
Another sigh is exhaled.
“She doesn’t work there, I checked, yes.”
Ali pinches the bridge of her nose with her other arm, free of the ink of shame.
“I’m also guessin’ her name isn’t Mama either.”