Claire the Blunt

"Let's get supplies for our little celebration and let them finish up," Lady C suggested.

"Ok, I've got just the place, the liquor store where Claire works."

"Claire the Blunt? You told me about her."

"Yes, I love her."

They promenaded arm in arm to the store, waved at Claire, who gave them a very brief smile before donning her frown for the next customer. A young man stepped up and put a box down on the counter.

Claire picked up the box and looked at the label through her black-rimmed lenses, "Wart remover." She stared at the guy down over the glasses. He shifted from one leg to the other. "You do know that you can't use this stuff on your genitals." He all but ran out of the store. "Good luck, try the health department," she yelled after him.

K and C put their provisions on the counter. "Hello, Claire. This is my friend, Lady Camille Hysteria, dominatrix."

Claire nodded perfunctorily at Miss Hysteria. "Khato, you look like hell. Do you feel alright?"

"Why thank you, Claire. I haven't been sleeping too well lately."

"Riding the crystal sled?" Claire gave a weary look like that implied commiseration.

"Yes, and this Siberian Husky needs a bottle of vodka." Kahto managed to get the V to almost sound like a W.

"What kind?"

She sighed, "A fifth of the cheapest."

"Here, Nordic Vodka at moonshine prices." She chose the largest bottle and rang up two dollars.

"Thanks, Claire, don't lose your job."

"Fuck them." She said though it went without saying. Then she looked at Kahto with astonishment. "Jayzuz! What is that on your arm? I thought it was part of your blouse."

"It's my latest invention," K said casually, running her fingers up the stitching. "Skin needlepoint. I'm going to start offering this to paying customers at Who Cares?"

"You are a mad woman. You will kill us all. But I'll be there. I'm giving you the clergy discount as well. There's something sacremental about what you're doing."

Katerina nearly fell down. "High praise from Claire."

"Lap it up, sled dog, you won't hear it very often."

"Just makes it so much more satisfying."

"Ok, girls, see you at the club."

"Bye, Claire."

They walked out of the store. Camille said, "I hope she's a dyke."

"I don't really know. Shouldn't you be able to tell? Oh one last thing before we head back, let's swing by my friend Mikey's house," Katerina said, shifting the bag so it didn't rest on her sore arm.

"Mikey, is that your dealer?"

"Yea, but he's also one of those huggable little gay boys. I think we need one at the party."