title: Introduction
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Narrator: You're in a stall. You're sitting on a toilet, pants up, just sitting there. 
Narrator: You're flustered and shaking off an encounter with Leigh, your ex. You remember it like it was yesterday. 
Narrator: (It was five minutes ago.)

<<wait 0.5>>
<<changeScene DialogueSystem 0>>
<<wait 2>>

Cora: Finally, a night out. Work was hell this week. 
Cora: Maybe I'll meet someone new, or just have a blast kicking back some liquids and dancing. 
Cora: Or...Swaying rhythmically in a booth alone.

<<enterScene Leigh>>
<<wait 1>>

Narrator: Oh, no. Leigh's working door? 
Narrator: Shouldn't she have known better than to...not quit her job here?

Leigh: Cover's $5 tonight.

Narrator: Maybe Cora will be reasonable tonight. For some reason. 
Narrator: Like, maybe she'll be reasonable for once, for the first time ever, tonight, right now.

Cora: You have a lot of nerve sticking around here. This is my favorite club. You got the dogs in the divorce I should at least get the bar.

Narrator: Nevermind.

<<setEmotion Leigh angry emote>>
Leigh: You MET me here. I've worked here since before you moved to town.
Cora: That's besides the point.

Narrator: You fumble in your wallet like that first time you met, but it's not cute this time. You find a crumpled fiver and hand it over indignantly.

<<setEmotion Leigh soft>>
Leigh: Whatever, Cora. Have a good night.

<<exitScene Leigh>>
<<wait 1>>

Narrator: You're afraid she actually means it. Because *she's* a good person.

<<wait 0.5>>
<<changeScene DialogueSystem 1>>
<<wait 2>>

Narrator: Boo-Boo's is bustling. Or, at least, for this bar, on a Friday (the drag shows are Saturday nights), it's pretty-well packed. Lots of cuties out tonight. 
Narrator: You brace yourself for come-ons...that never come.

Cora: Pour me a drink, Boo-Boo.

<<enterScene Boo-Boo>>
Boo-Boo: Pour me a drink *please*, Boo-Boo.
Cora: Yeah, sorry. Please.
Boo-Boo: What'll it be?
-> Cora: A glass of red.
    <<setEmotion Boo-Boo sassy emote>>
    Boo-Boo: You got sick last time you downed about a bottle of the house red. You take it easy tonight, OK?
    Cora: I'll keep your carpets clean, Boo-Boo. 
    Narrator: (They're hardwood and tile floors.)
-> Cora: A glass of white.
    <<setEmotion Boo-Boo sassy emote>>
    Boo-Boo: Fancy for you. Special occassion, or just up your own ass?
    Cora: I guess both?
-> Cora: A shot and a brewski, boss.
    <<setEmotion Boo-Boo neutral emote>>
    Boo-Boo: You got it, lady.

<<exitScene Boo-Boo>>
<<wait 1>>

Narrator: You sip your drink and survey the crowd. Oftentimes Boo-Boo's the only man at the bar, but you see a couple leather daddies in bowties at a table with your favorite local drag king, Dom Sellick. 
Narrator: If Dom's brought them, they're *more* than welcome, of course.
Narrator: Your tummy feels weird as the alcohol lands on your empty stomach. You always forget to eat.
Narrator: Your drink flies forward and you stumble into a circle of friends as you hear grunting and thudding behind you. 
Narrator: A fist fight spilled over into your back as two butches aired out their grievances, nonverbally.

<<enterScene Leigh>>
Leigh: Okay, you two. Don't make me call the cops. 
Leigh: You're outta here -- walk it off -- in different directions -- and get home safe. And misdemeanor-free.
<<exitScene Leigh>>
<<wait 1>>

Narrator: Leigh didn't help you up because you didn't actually fall down, but you could tell she would have. 
Narrator: Despite the knife in her back. That you put there.
Narrator: Now your stomach is REALLY sour. You retreat to a bathroom stall to have a sit and a think and a breathe.

<<jump FaceOff>>
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