Day 20 (Alt) - Subculture
"It takes a strong woman to run a bar in this part of town."
"Strong woman? Tch. You don't have to call it that to my face, honey. You know what I'm about, and I you."
Urbosa leaned across said bar, propped her chin on her fist and drew an abstract but pointed pattern in the knots of the hardy wood with her opposite index finger, nail trimmed blunt but just as brightly manicured in independent red as the rest.
"Honey? How sweet of you."
"Sure enough." Telma set down a glass. "And it attracts all the prettiest, busiest bees."