Mal rolled her eyes. It seemed their little shitnado of poor decisions was changing venue once again.
At least, it would struggle to be worst than the dreaded Titty Bar.
"Just so long as you are confident you can stop someone Tilting at Windmills." She grumbled, giving Coco, and the other nitwit who was apparently happy to encourage her the stink-eye. Putting that one within prancing distance of an opportunity to exercise her demented chivalric ambitions seemed a recipe for even greater disaster than going just home and blindly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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