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Soul Sister’s was as wild and scary as Cassandra had imagined. Packed with women sporting a frightening assortment of tattoos, piercings and sexually ambiguous attire, it looked like the kind of place she’d usually instruct her driver to speed past. The ladies stepped inside, bravely enduring gazes laced with acid. “I don’t think the evening gown was such a good idea,” Cassandra said.
“Don’t worry,” Jett answered. “Sticking with me is your best bet.”
“Sticking with you?” Cassandra asked. “But… won’t people think we’re… you know… together? What will they think of me?”
“Honey, you’re in a lesbian bar. They’ll think you’re a lesbian with a thing for petite blondes.”
“Well, what I if patiently explain that I’m simply here to observe the behavior.”
“Look, you’re not making a documenta
