Nona needs a very dry martini.
Holly Hood, Ink.
“He perched the bat on his shoulder, giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and a couple swings of the bat, he cleared me another path.”
“You're maybe eighteen. Your mother didn't love you enough so you decided to pierce your lip and brand your body to piss her off. You hang around this band because they make you feel like you belong...”
“Nona was as wacky as they came.”
“Had I just made a date with a tatted up bat wielding miscreant?”
“Well, I guess I picked wrong then. Jesse doesn't like girls.”
“It would be the last thing he did if he beat my dog.”
“Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.”
“Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.”
“Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information? Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me, she replied at once. Not gonna happen! I spat, squ...”