Summary: Kenzi finds a curious sign in the Dal that she hopes someone will explain.
Author’s note: No copyright infringement intended. This story is meant for the Shots, Shots, Shots week of the competition. (1300+ words)
The lights were low in the Dal Riata, but Tamsin could see her glass just fine. Bo and Kenzi had just come in. If two people could be any more joined at the hip – Tamsin had never met them. Annoying as it was, she was jealous of their comfort with each other.
They sat at the bar next to her. Bo gave her a nod and smile; Kenzi’s focus went straight to the bottle in Trick’s hand.
“Hit me up, Tricky-boy,” the young woman ordered, smacking her hands on the polished surface of the bar.
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