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Stas reached out to shake Thorn's hand in the way that guys do when they're sizing each other up in front of women. "I did not get your name."
"Hawthorne. Cinnabun and Abs call me Thorn, so whatever you like." He caught the accent and almost started chatting about in Russian so the girls would be lost and in over their heads, but then that would be terribly rude and he wasn't sure he was on Stas' side just yet.
Bernadine looked on in some horror. 2 out of the 3 other people in this conversation had seen her naked. Why did thoughts like these intrude when she was trying to be polite and attentive. "Oh, what?"
"It's because she's not a girl," Thorn offered helpfully. "She's a redneck."
"Hawthorne. Cinnabun and Abs call me Thorn, so whatever you like." He caught the accent and almost started chatting about in Russian so the girls would be lost and in over their heads, but then that would be terribly rude and he wasn't sure he was on Stas' side just yet.
Bernadine looked on in some horror. 2 out of the 3 other people in this conversation had seen her naked. Why did thoughts like these intrude when she was trying to be polite and attentive. "Oh, what?"
"It's because she's not a girl," Thorn offered helpfully. "She's a redneck."