you went out to see a punk show in a dingy bar, some girl band with a stupid name. It’s pretty good, the rhythm guitarist catches your eyes, she’s short and covered in tattoos, makeup smeared around her eyes and a white les Paul with “dyke” written in shiny letters on the body, she gives you a manic grin from the stage.

later, another band is playing up on stage, you here the same girl speak up “Hey, lemme buy you a drink.”