Theresa made a noncommittal noise, sipped at her beer. She wasn't sure she had a 'type'. Men's bodies were okay in that they weren't repulsive to her, but she did prefer the softness of bellies and breasts if she wanted to feel good. If she was going to give up hooking, maybe she'd give up guys altogether. No one had to know she identified as straight.
"I am trying to turn over a new leaf," she told Rhiannon obliquely. She wasn't going to tell a Slayer what she did for money, if only because the other brunette would think it was typical. "But cheerleaders are too perky for my taste. Maybe, like, a poet or a musician. I can appreciate an artistic soul."
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on 2013-10-13 11:24 pm (UTC)"I am trying to turn over a new leaf," she told Rhiannon obliquely. She wasn't going to tell a Slayer what she did for money, if only because the other brunette would think it was typical. "But cheerleaders are too perky for my taste. Maybe, like, a poet or a musician. I can appreciate an artistic soul."