It is confusing really. That damn old man. He always fucks up my hair. I am going to have to start using Jenny rules. Burgundy fussed with her hair as she made he way back to Fran.
Burgundy cracks up laughing.
Their money often came from men many years their senior. She takes a swig from her Mickey flash and even Fran is dancing like Pooh next to her wanting the honey. It is the night. The crazy Southern softness of the hickory scented night had wide-open arms. Fran leans against Burgundy s taller shoulder after taking a shot from Mickey s pool of plenty.